Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

"He's getting bold. We should do what the old palaces did, cut off the problem entirely. Then he won't be able to 'think' with his problem between his legs again." Terror ripped through me. I had already lost my health and my dignity, I couldn't lose my body too! I fell to the floor with my forehead hitting the wood again and again. “Please… have mercy… I beg you two… please spare me!" I begged, I bowed, and I slammed my head to the ground, as my eyes stayed locked on Melissa, praying she would soften just this once. She almost looked moved as something flickered in her expression, but then Connor nudged her, and whatever softness she had vanished instantly... "You're right," she said. "Take

I taunted, “Is that all you can do? To make me kill you so you can free? Is that it? Want the easy way out?” She swallowed at my words, her lips quivering. “Just… kill me, please” her voice begged quietly, “Please kill me, I’m begging you. I can’t do this anymore…. I can’t… I can’t take it anymore… please… Huddie please, please have some mercy. Please…” Her words just floated in the air, reaching my ears like a blissful song as I stared at her. But despite her pitiful state, I couldn’t find it in me to actually pity her. To have mercy like she said.

I cried louder and no longer cared of the other people watching us and watching me being helplessly begging for them to save her. I hold Merry’s hand as tight as I could and tried to force her fingers to wrap around mine just to give me hope, “America! America please. Please, oh God please save her.” I lowered my head as I silently said a prayer as to how she taught me. “Please I am begging you.” I was never religious but now I believed in God as I pray for America. I have never been selfish in my entire but I want to be selfish now for her. I begged and pleaded for a miracle.

I fell to the ground in front of Ethan. He frowned and crouched down, gripping my chin. His eyes were a storm—rage and something else buried deep. "I gave you enough money when we broke off our mate bond," he said, low and cold. "And yet you're out here selling yourself? You enjoy this? Joy, name your price. Whatever you want—just say it, and I'll pay." My heart bled. But I smiled through the pain, eyes full of tears. "Ethan," I said. "I'd rather earn my money dirty than ever beg you again."

"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.

I want to give him the tantrum that he deserves, I want to shout and make him suffer but I will give him mercy. "Why would I give you pity, huh? Did you even do that to me?" I'm sorry for him. My jaw clenched aggressively. My lips suddenly pursed when he knelt in front of me. Something feels light in my heart, seeing him do that. I made a promise right? That I will make him crawl and kneel in front of me. He crawled to me. "Have mercy on me, Warren. I'm your Father. Give everything back to me," he cried so I laughed sarcastically.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, as she poured out her plea. “Please,” she sobbed, her voice cracking with the raw desperation that clawed at her throat, “I beg you, give me the money. I need it, I need it now! Just this once... just this one time. After this, you can do whatever you want with me. Anything. Sleep with anyone... I don't care. Please, please, please!” Each word was a desperate prayer, a raw, exposed nerve laid bare before him, begging for mercy.

"Celia, I already apologized! I even offered compensation, so don't push this too far! If you let me go today, I promise I won't cause you trouble ever again. Isn't that enough? And besides… we were college classmates. Are you going to be this heartless?" I nearly laughed again. Her words were so ridiculous that it was almost funny. I raised a brow. "Oh? And when you blocked the door, refusing to let me leave, did you not think that was too much? "When you demanded I kneel and be your dog, did you think about our so-called friendship? You showed me no mercy, so why the hell should I forgive you?" Mabel fell silent, her mouth opening and closing, but no words came out. While I spoke, Daniel t

I felt scared when I heard the too much anger in his voice, it was like as if any moment from now, Kyrie would lay his hand on me. I just really need it, Kyrie. For our daughter. “Kyrie, please. H-Have mercy on me, please… J-Just help me out.” With my eyes full of tears, I looked up at him and saw how ruthless his eyes are while looking down at me. “Kyrie, please… I-I’m begging you, just a s-small amount.” I felt so little right now. I feel like a beggar in the street, begging for this cruel person to give me a small amount of the food he’s holding as he shows me no pity.

"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—"