Bloody Beggar Cast Novels & Stories

Cass asked, looking around nervously. "Just stand there and don't move," Loreen replied sharply. Cass stood still, her eyes fixed on her stepmother. Her eyebrows pulled together in deep confusion as she watched Loreen walk up to a shabby, untidy man who was sitting quietly on the dirty sidewalk curb. Cass could hardly believe her eyes. Her high-and-mighty, incredibly picky stepmother was actually talking to a beggar. It made absolutely no sense. "What the... what is going on here?" the young woman whispered to herself, her eyes wide with shock. "Is she seriously talking to him?"

she said coldly, "I'll call the owner." I stood there, on the threshold of the room, my fingers anxiously wringing the shirt fabric. The silence was broken when the middle-aged man stepped out from behind the back door. There was a sharpness in his eyes, as if he could read the hesitation I held, even though his greeting was kept within the bounds of politeness. "Henry Brown," he said, introducing himself, then invited me to take the wooden chair provided. "Sebastian Allen," I replied with a voice I tried to ensure was stable. I sat down, looking straight at him. "I came because of that vacancy. However, I have to be frank—I don't have a formal diploma to show." Henry's gaze didn't waver in

"Dad, please don't talk to Wendy like that. She's not like me. She'd been cherished and protected since she was little. It's natural for her to be a bit willful. It shows how much you love her." My saintly parents were once again moved to tears. Perhaps they wondered how such an angelic little girl could exist in this world. Meanwhile, I was cast as the spoiled child who had everything handed to her since birth, yet still couldn't behave properly. When they looked at me, their eyes reflected nothing but profound disappointment. Nonetheless, I didn't care. I had practically severed ties with my parents in my previous life, and I no longer cared how they saw me. I could easily please Grace if

Adrian was puzzled. The beggar, other than his remarkable expertise, looked so frail that a gust of wind could blow him away. "You're telling me you're capable of killing someone?" Adrian asked doubtfully. The beggar angrily replied, "Of course, I am! I didn't just kill him, I also killed his entire family. And I’d gladly do it again if I were given the choice!” Claude was completely baffled. He never expected the beggar to have committed such a cruel act. Doctors were supposed to have a heart of gold.

She didn't know what was brewing. Riley walked up to that beggar while behind her Cynthia smiled made a good luck gesture to the beggar under the wall Beggar rubbed his matty hair with his dirty hand and raised his head twitching his lips coldly. "Hello, I'm Riley brown, What's your name?" Riley asked in a hushed tone. Christian look her up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Mendicant." Hearing the beggar's name, Riley was stunned. The eyes of the beggar felt familiar to her, yet she didn't know when and where she has seen him.

He ordered his bodyguards, "You pauper! The Weatherby family fed and clothed you all these years. How dare you hurt the true heiress? Teach her a lesson!" Several grown men grabbed at me. They stripped off my coat and draped it over Sally. My paternal grandmother, Marissa Notley, shook with rage upon seeing this scene. She grabbed her cane and struck my waist. The pain from the blow caught me off guard, and I collapsed to my knees.