Begging On My Knees To Be Popular Mga Nobela at Kwento

“If you want my forgiveness, get on your knees and beg me for forgiveness. She looked so sure I would do it, but she was wrong. I would do anything to get her back in my arms. She was my forever and the only woman I’d ever loved. She didn’t have to tell me twice. I immediately got on my knees to beg. She looked so surprised that she stumbled back. “I’ll kneel for however long you want, birichina. I’m usually on my knees when I feast on your pussy, worshipping it like it’s an idol. Kneeling to beg you is no task for me. I would do it a hundred times over.” She got over her shock, blushed, and then cleared her throat. “Suit yourself. Kneel until I say you can get up.”

But now, standing in this dark shed, he sounded like a man who was falling apart. "Please," he said. "Just listen to me." Please? How weird is it to hear a man of his status say please? I've never heard him say it, not in all the weeks I've known him. "You're begging," I said, more of an observation than a question. "Yes." He stepped closer again, and this time I didn't move. "I'm begging. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm on my knees for you? Because I am. I've been on my knees since the moment you waked in on me naked."

I fell to my knees in front of him, fisting my palm on my knees and biting down on my lower lip. “Help me, please. You are right, and I am sorry.” I begged. I was never wrong. Being rich and beautiful had given me the privilege of never being wrong. People always followed and believed whatever I said. Even when I was wrong and knew I was, I never admitted it until now.

she told him, feeling angrier than ever “Look, if you want me to beg, I’ll beg, I don’t care about my dignity, and I swear I don’t worship money, I would give it all away if it meant being able to be with you, in a blink of an eye.” Alexander got on both his knees

“You don’t get it, do you? This is exactly like a clout chaser behaves; a person, who feeds off others popularity to get famous themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if she accepted promotions soon.” Javan can’t help snorting softly. “I highly doubt that. It’s not her fault those websites posted photos from her account, and that people follow her.” “Isn’tt." It?."

MELISA QUIZON I was so stupid to give you all my attention. ‘Cause the way you played me. Exposed your true intention. ‘Cause one day I’ll have you beggin’ on your knees for me. Yeah, one day. I’ll have you crawling like a centipede. You mess with me. I’ll mess with her. So, I’ll make sure you get what you deserve. Yeah, one day! You’ll be beggin’ on your knees for me [Song: Beggin’ On Your Knees]

Deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to being popular than just having a pretty face. I'm not sure if Jessica is the most well-liked student on campus, but she certainly is the most popular! She was a striking blonde with an infectious smile that seemed to capture the attention of everyone around her. Jessica's popularity extended far beyond the confines of the campus grounds, reaching the realms of TikTok, I*******m, and YouTube. With her cheerleading expertise and vibrant personality, Jessica had garnered a massive following, despite her vlogs being deemed by many as cringe and awful.

The internet would have a lot of news to post about me today. "What do I have to do?" I asked him. I looked at his face, he smirked maliciously at me. "Kneel and apologize" I heard him say all of a sudden. "What?" I exclaimed in disbelief. How could he demand such a thing from me? Is he crazy? I stepped back from him a bit, while I stared at him confusedly. "Are you being serious right now? How can I kneel to you?" I asked him. "Oh, it's difficult right? Because you're a celebrity. Normal citizens like me are to be trampled on because we aren't important" he stated. "Y'all please get this on the news." He turned to his fellow colleagues and they took more pictures.

It turned out their so-called unbreakable brotherhood could crumble so easily. Lucas suddenly slapped himself hard. "Mandy, I'm not like Zachary! I don't just talk—I punish myself too!" Zachary looked stunned for a moment before quickly following suit. With loud smacks, he slapped himself four times. "Vivi, look! I'm more sincere than Lucas! He hit himself twice—I hit myself four times!" Lucas wasn't having it. "Mandy, I'll hit myself six times!" "I'll do eight!" "I'll do ten!"

“Maybe I should make you beg. You are so good at it and look so hot when you’re begging.” I have no problems with begging, not at all if it gets me what I want. “Please, Sir, give me what I need. I have been good. I think I deserve a treat.” I have, in some ways, been good. Yes, I messed up crashing the car, but I have been good. He pulls me up, bending me over his knee.