Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

"What?" "Beg me for forgiveness. Beg me to make this easy on you. Beg me to show you mercy." Her eyes are hard. "Because that's what I did, Damien. I begged the universe for mercy. I begged God to make it not true. I begged for you to come back. So now it's your turn. Beg." My pride wars with desperation. Loses. "Please." The word sounds foreign in my mouth. "Please, Aria. Ms. Sterling. Please forgive me. Please make this stop. Please—"

Despite trying to look presentable, the dark circles under his eyes showed his exhaustion. He approached me with flowers and dropped to one knee, his eyes showing a sincerity I'd never seen before. "Rachel, I've been thinking a lot. I was terrible before. I didn't see Sophie for who she really was. The company's fired her, and I'll never contact her again. "From now on, it'll just be you. We can have a beautiful baby, and I'll love and protect you both forever... Rachel, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

I promise that I'm a changed man and I will never hurt anyone again. Tanya scoffed, "mercy? Did you say mercy? What about when I begged you to let me go? When I begged you to not force me into such a horrible life, did you listen to my pleas? did you have mercy on me? No, you didn't, you were only concerned about your selfish needs, forgetting that a time will come for you to reap what you sow.

"I didn't... I couldn't stop them! I’m begging you, Cassius, have mercy." "Mercy died in the Hollow Pit years ago. Now, look at me. I want you to see the man who is going to own your soul. Why you, you ask? Because you’re all that’s left. And I’m going to enjoy breaking the last Ashford piece by piece."

“Boss, we’re sorry, please forgive us for the last time, please give us a last chance, we’ll find her even we have to search the whole world, but show mercy on us “that man dropped on his knees and begged to that desk person. “ha, ha, ha, show mercy, I never had any relationship with this word, so how could I give you that, Nate come inside “that man looked toward the door, and as his words fell, a man entered inside.

I pointed towards her door, the sight of my mother’s suffering a physical weight on my shoulders. “Please.” My eyes locked with his, holding a desperate, pleading glare, begging him for something, anything. “I… I just don’t have anything to offer except my obedience right now, Damien,” I whispered, the tears falling freely, hot and heavy on my cheeks, as I dropped to my knees in front of him, the expensive fabric of my dress pooling around me on the dirty, stained floor. I was begging. Me. Begging this cold-hearted man, my ex-stepbrother, for mercy for my dying mother, who was once his mom.

*begging "I will change, No! I will consider this as long as you save me. Did you give me a machine that will help me, right? Did you? So, please... let it appear! sob..huhu... I'm gonna die! I will do anything. Please... I will marry all the woman here in this world! If not I will make them Pregnant! So, please... If not I will not make a mess again! I will be a good person for now. I will make you an altar made of gold! Yes, a gold!" Yet he was falling again!

Immediately afterward, his face was filled with tears and snot as he cried bitterly, “Benefactor… I owe my lowly life to you, and it’s only right for you to take it away… But I really want to beg you to spare my lowly life even if it’s simply for my mother’s or younger sister’s sake. Please spare my lowly life… I beg you, Benefactor…”

One tried to speak, but I beat him to speakinh. “You knew,” I said simply. “You fucking knew.” “Please.” Another dropped to his knees. “Have mercy, Alpha.” Mercy? Were they really asking me for mercy? “Did you show her mercy when she begged you to stop?” My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to, because everyone knew my cold shade of anger was the absolute worst of all “Did you offer her comfort when she was bleeding in the dirt?” “I didn’t think so.” None of them answered, so I did the honor.

Beg for me to stop. I pictured it, my cock sliding into her, filling her, pushing deep while she screamed, clawed, begged me to stop. Too bad for her I'd lost my sympathy a long time ago. She'd take every inch and scream my name like a goddamn prayer, but she wouldn't get mercy, not today.