Cry Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

especially because she is herself (Authors note: that last line is confusing but I hope you get it 😂😂) "It doesn't matter if you trust me or not" instantly she was done begging "you can't lie, you've be hurt and abused, abandoned and alone. You can't keep living like this, and I won't let you take your life either. At least, before you die he should suffer what you suffered, he needs to pay back every drop of tears and shred even more blood than you did"

“Almost.” “Please!” “Say you’ll be good.” “I’ll be good,” I cry, shaking, teeth scraping the table. “I’ll be so good. Alpha, please-” “Again.” “I’ll be good,” I babble. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll-” “Now,” he growls, a verdict and a mercy.

I suddenly hear him get quiet and I wonder what has happened. “Please don’t cry, my love. I don’t deserve to see your tears. You should never have to cry over me. I should make you smile and be the one who wipes the tears away. I know I said I wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, but I will beg for you to live. Please live baby, I can’t live in this world if you are not here. Even if you tell me to stay away and never come near you again, I’ll live with my shame as long as I know you are happy and alive.”

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."

I picked up my bank card from the floor, then grabbed my suitcase. As I passed by Sylvia, I roughly yanked the two healing crystals from her expensive outfit. "These belong to me," I stated firmly before walking away without a backward glance. Dominic stood there, momentarily stunned. When he noticed my hand on the doorknob, he snapped out of his trance and rushed to block my path. "Grace, don't be angry," he pleaded, his voice softening. "This is just how arguments go—I spoke without thinking. Our mate bond hasn't completely disappeared yet. If you just apologize, I can give you another chance."

"This is what you both wanted right? To be treated less than a street tramp. Say it!" Tears poured from Taylor's eyes. "Yes! This...is...what....we wanted." Teyana nodded, eyes glassy, finger fucking her cunt harshly. "Yes, Mr Buggs. Treat us like filthy whores." I let go of them roughly. "Now, I'm not gonna say it again. Finger your cunts for me." I walked over to the sofa, yanking my pyjamas off me, leaving me naked. My old cock bobbed out, thick and red. I sat down, legs spread as I stroked my big pipe, watching.

"I’ve been coughing up blood. I’m so scared." "I know, my good girl. But I'm going to fix it," Kael said, his lips curving into a soft, reassuring smile as he reached back and took the crystal glass from my father. He held it out to me, the blue liquid swirling ominously under the dim light of my desk lamp. "Your father brewed this private neural-suppressant from the clinic's rarest herbs. It will completely numb the pain, Aria. It will let you sleep peacefully through the night while I go handle the pack elders at the gala. Drink it for me."

I screamed his name, but the sound was trapped in my throat. Uncle Kingsley stood behind me. The legendary billionaire, the man who could buy entire countries and crash the stock market with a single phone call, looked helpless. His billions of dollars, his royal connections, his endless power, none of it mattered. Death didn't care about money. Death didn't take bribes. Kingsley kicked a metal trash can. It crashed loudly against the white wall. "Dammit!" Kingsley cursed, rubbing his jaw harshly. He let out a dark, frustrated breath. "Looks like we only have that piece of garbage left."

"Beg better." He shattered completely. "I'm begging you, my Queen. I'm on my knees inside my soul right now. Your cunt is heaven and I'm not worthy but please—please—let me cum. Let me fill you. Let me give you everything I have. I'll serve you forever. I'll kill for you. I'll die for you. Just please let me breed this perfect fucking pussy—" "Cum." I slammed down onto him one final time, and he exploded. Hot pulses of cum flooded my pussy, his cock jerking inside me as he let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a roar.

“Is there anything wrong with my baby? You didn't finish your sentence.” “Your baby,” she said, cupping my cheek with a smile on her face. “Your baby is the healthiest and strongest; don't forget to take the herbs regularly.” She left without finishing the sentence. I sat with the half of it she had given me and the half she hadn't and listened to the settlement come awake around me—fire smoke, low voices, and the sound of the forgotten wolves beginning another careful day—and I pressed my palm flat to my stomach and thought about my son's eyes in the dream.