Begging On My Knees To Be Popular Novels & Stories

Everyone only cared about popularity and not the amount of effort one put into it. "Apologize? Press conference? Mimi, do you think you’re still the popular celebrity you used to be? Let me tell you, even if you hold ten press conferences, you won’t be able to turn things around. Forget it. Don’t take any jobs for the next two months. I’ll clear up all your scheduled jobs and wait until the storm passes,” the manager said. Mimi panicked. "How can we do that? If I don't work for two months, won't my popularity decline even more?"

Most wanted a relationship and it was not my thing at all. I look good. I feel good. I fuck good. Girls would fall in line. It wasn’t really much of a problem. Money is my problem. Being fucking poor is a fucking problem. I needed to become rich and popular even if I have to post naked for magazines. Even if I had to use people to gain popularity. Even if I had to get my hands dirty, I would. I had to be a model.

I know why she looked at me like that way because i have never been that nice person to her but I have to be nice because I need her help. " Please sit"I said. "Thank you, Your highness" she says and sits. "What would you suggest I do to become as popular as Kemisola? I know about that getting PR but I have no money for that but I still need something that can make me Popular , I want to also be the talk of the news" he said.

she continued. I nodded earnestly at her. “Right. Bow more. Smile more. Perhaps kiss a few boots while I’m at it.” “Ragna, I’m serious.” “So am I.” She looked genuinely frustrated now. I didn’t understand why she bothered. “Popularity does two things. It either elevates you or condemns you.” I started toward the kennel exit, now tired of the lecture. “Yours is condemning you.” I paused briefly before stepping into the corridor. I was being careful.

He could play the victim, could use it to salvage his reputation somehow. "Fuck," I whispered to my reflection. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Should I go back out there and beg him? Tell him it was all a joke? That I wasn't serious? That I didn't mean any of it? I could apologize. Make up some excuse about stress or jet lag or adjustment difficulties. Laugh it off like it was nothing. Maybe if I was convincing enough, he'd let it go. Maybe he'd find it amusing rather than insulting. But even as I thought it, I knew how pathetic that sounded. How desperate.

My tone was intense, unwavering. I saw how he swallowed the lump in his throat, a drop of sweat already forming and sliding down his forehead. He looked uncomfortable now, exposed. “And secondly,” I added, pausing deliberately, “I’d like you to do it.” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “You just said you can go on your knees to beg me for forgiveness,” I said calmly. “I’d like you to do that.” His eyes widened slightly. “The same knees you bent to engage Melissa years ago,” I continued, my voice filled with venom. “You’re going to bend them to beg.”

But why are you asking that? I said, "I am asking that because you both came up to me for saying sorry and I don't want Regina to see it, as she is going to to make that too a big news. I wonder what the hell she wants from me?" Kevin said, "I think I know" George added, "Me too." I asked, "You both know? Please say what the hell she wants from me?" Kevin replied, "As far you know that she is the famous girl. She always argue with the other girls when she feels that her popularity is in danger."

Everything I do is in the public eye and girls want to be my friends or dress like me, I mean I don't even know how I became so popular and I don't even care about popularity and stuff. I'm known as the Queen B of west Beverly high. And before you judge me I'm not a bully or a bitch as how popular girls of high school are portrayed but everyone respects me and tries to be on my good side. Well I can sometimes be a bitch if you get on my bad side.

Depravity is his game, and that's why I've always tried avoiding him, no matter how good-looking and popular he is or that his family owns half this town. "On your knees, pauper." Glancing between my bully and the floor, I slowly drop to my knees. All eyes are on me, Wanting to see what Jarek will make me do. The most embarrassing part is that many of these girls are ones who I've had multiple conversations with in the past, and now, all they see me as is Jarek's pathetic little pauper. "I want you to kiss my shoe and apologize for being late. Make me believe it, pauper." He continues to smirk as he stares down at me on my knees.

I wasn’t popular before, and now I am… thanks to someone. Not because of anything good. Not because I won a game, aced a test, or even did something worth attention. No. I’m popular for kissing Millie, for daring to be vulnerable in the wrong place at the wrong time. The entire school knows now, and they’ve turned me into a spectacle—an unwilling star of the latest scandal. But there’s no power in this kind of fame. Only shame. Only fear.