Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

"You cannot bring him back. You cannot erase the pain you have caused." Sergio's body shook, his face contorting in pain as he crawled towards her on his knees, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I will spend eternity trying to make it right, Bambolina," He begged, his voice cracking with desperation. "Please, do not turn away from me. Without you, my life is meaningless, a neverending abyss of darkness. You are my everything, you showed me the beauty that existed in this world, and through you, I learned there was more to life. I am nothing without you, a fucking dead man walking. I need your forgiveness, I need you more than I need air to fucking breathe. Have mercy on me, please."

In the end they collapsed to the floor. “Nina, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just wanted to be resurrected so badly. Please don’t kill us. Spare our lives!” they begged. I didn’t show mercy. I didn’t care about their pleading. I just asked calmly, “Those people downstairs begged you the same way, right? You let them go?”

I sobbed more at the thought of cruel things he might do to me and felt the urge to beg for mercy. “Plea-" My word was cut short as he fiercely crashed the heels of his shoes on my face. “Don't you dare open that filthy mouth of yours to beg me!" He angrily yelled, throwing kicks squarely on my stomach. I fell on my side, holding onto my stomach. I should have known begging for his mercy was more like adding salt to my open wound. Alpha Herbert was so heartless; I wonder if he is not the devil himself, if he is not the devil, then he and the Luna deserve a special place in hell.

he begged, "have mercy." But there was none to be had. I turned my back on him, my voice cold. "Mercy is something you never offered me. You brought this upon yourself."

I whispered. “Please, Malia, I am begging for your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it. I do not deserve to ask you of this but I cannot go on without it. I cannot continue without you in my life. It would have been better if you had just let me die the other day.” I felt my heart break as he began to sob shamelessly and to my surprise, I realized that I was crying too. He held on to my skirt as he begged me for mercy. I couldn't take it anymore.

If there is anything I truly need right now, it is to stay alive, survive all this, and get my revenge, not only on my family but also on the ruthless Dante that had turned my life into the worst nightmare. “I didn’t mean to enter that room…” I begged, words almost choking my breath and my body all shaky. My voice cracked even more with another sob. I tried not to cry too much, but the pain was too much with each passing moment. Strength was already leaving my body, but I wasn’t ready to let go of the only option I had to stay alive. Begging. “Dante, please have mercy,” I panted. If only I knew begging would only lead me into more trouble. Dante never forgives, and the myths about him were t

Each near-death experience pushed her closer to breaking. When she finally started begging for mercy, I demanded, "Do you see your mistakes now? Apologize to Penny!"

“We only give it.” The words hit like physical blows. I surged forward anyway, grabbing onto the hem of its tattered form. “PLEASE! I’LL PAY ANY PRICE!” “We are not the ones you beg for mercy,” another whispered. “We are the ones who punish.” I froze, hands trembling. My hope shattered like everything else. I stumbled back to Hector and collapsed over him again, holding him like I could anchor his soul in his body through sheer force. “Please, goddess,” I whispered, voice fading. “Please, I’m begging. I don’t care what you take. Please.”

“Don't try any of your stupid ideas. You've been stupid enough for one day.” My gaze moved to the men, and they were already kneeling and smacking their foreheads repeatedly on the floor. “Forgive us, please show us mercy. We wouldn't have gone close to her, let alone touch her if we knew she was yours. Please, Alpha, just this once.” They begged, hitting their heads harder. Mercy? Was there any other word I hated more than that? I scoffed, my eyes flickering between gold and white. “Got any weapon?” I stretched out my palm.

“It’s okay, I understand and tell him he is forgiven… can I ask you for a favor?” “Yes, sure anything”. “Can you not treat me like this, like I’m broken or something, I mean this morning you weren’t even looking at me, I’d rather have that than this” I say pointing at her face because she is looking at me like she is looking at a dying puppy.