Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

I taunted, watching her closely. She clenched her fists. “These past two days have been hell for me.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she pushed through. “I’m not ashamed to beg for mercy.” I took a slow step toward her, forcing her to step back. “Oh, baby girl,” I said mockingly, keeping my tone low and smooth. “We’re just getting started. You have two years and two more terms to get through this hell. If I were you, I wouldn’t be asking for mercy just yet.”

He began to beg for his life, "Please don't kill me, I'm begging you. I made a big mistake. It was Gina, she was the one who called me, please have mercy." Ace scoffed, "Did you have mercy on Ava? I've seen the scar on her face. You dare put your filthy hands on my girl and still ask for mercy? Even when you orchestrated an attack on my life, I let you live because I have a kind heart but Ava is very special to me and after seeing what you put her through, I want nothing but justice.

"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Truman. I'm in the wrong. I'm stupid, and I'm cheap. "I'm a bitch. I've talked nonsense. Those words are not what a human should say. "I'm in the wrong, I'm sorry, Ms. Handby. I deserve to die. Please, for the sake of my parents and children, please forgive me once." Melody kept begging for mercy. She even started to slap herself while pleading for forgiveness.

"Have mercy, oh please have mercy." The thought of getting so far only to fail and die was too much to bear. She sobbed desperately at his feet, begging to see tomorrow. Tears and snot smothered her face as he bent down to grab her in one of his giant hands. "Please!" Wiggling against his iron grip, she screamed for mercy. "No! Please! I don't want to die! Let me go!" His lips parted as he stared at her, one eyebrow raised. As he began to grin, she wondered what it meant, quiet for a moment except for the sucking of her rapid breaths.

He pointed out the dressing room if I needed anything and told me to hurry up. I stepped on stage, and the place was already crowded. Here we go; I decided to sing a song that best fits my life right now. "Have mercy on me, Take it easy on my heart. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, You keep tearing me apart. Could you have mercy on me? I'm a puppet on your string. And even though you got good intentions, I need you to set me free. I'm begging for mercy, mercy. Begging, begging you, please, baby.

I can't bear to see this, forced into this sick game. "Please," I whisper, not even sure who I'm begging—Charlie, Jasper, Dom, anyone who might have mercy. But there's no mercy here. Only pain.

My mate. I pressed my hands to my face and sobbed—quietly at first, then harder. It came out of me like something that had been building for years, raw and unstoppable. “I didn’t want this,” I whispered between gasps. “I never wanted this.” If the Goddess was listening, if anyone at all was listening, I begged not for victory, not even for freedom. Just for mercy. Please. Don’t let them die. Not Rafe. Not Cassian. Not anyone. Please.

I shut my eyes and whimper in regret when I hear his low, confident footsteps trudging closer and closer to me until he suddenly comes to a halt, but the intensity of his scent tells me he’s standing very close to me. “You know…” He starts and the deep vibration of his bass sends shivers up my spine “When it comes to you, it’s really hard for me to tell if you are making a mockery of me or sincerely begging for my mercy.” He sounds very disoriented and I’m tempted to look at him, but I dare not. “It’s a sincere plea for mercy, My Lord.” I say from the depth of my heart.

"Please, I beg you, don't kill me. You should know that my relationship with Lorenzo isn’t all that good. My daughter, she’s just a little girl. She hasn’t done anything. Please, I beg you, don’t hurt us." I had never been one to beg, but with Elena's life hanging in the balance, I couldn't hold onto my pride. I dropped to my knees, clasping my hands together, desperate for any shred of mercy he might offer. But instead, he smiled again, shaking his head with a chuckle that made my blood run cold.

Elliot’s voice carried a hint of weariness, but he still tried to reason with her. “Miss Summers, I know it was Elias who wronged you, and I don’t expect you to forgive him. But he’s sick now. I’m not asking for much. Please visit him one last time, to give him closure. And don’t worry, I won’t let him bother you again. Consider this an old man’s plea.” On the other end, Adele remained silent for a long time.