Cry Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

“Ava…” “I’m not her anymore.” My voice came out louder than I expected. “The woman who begged for fairness doesn’t exist anymore, Killian buried her when he locked me in that cell and what’s left of me doesn’t beg, she hunts.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his eyes narrowing like he was trying to see the version of me that wasn’t in his memory. “If we do this, there’s no way back.”

“ Can’t you see how pathetic that makes him? He is begging for a drop of love from me" Begging for love and Zayne can never be in the same sentence. I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Pathetic?” I echoed. “No… what’s pathetic is your useless plan with that fake act, because he sees right through it. He just decides to play along. " “Then that just makes him worse,” she said, walking back to sit on the bed, intentionally swaying her hips. She sat on the bed crossing one long pale leg over the other.

"Wendy, you can always retake the exam next year, but Grace doesn't have much time left. You know she could go blind at any moment!" "Grace has had such a pitiful life. Just give in to her this once! You'll definitely pass next year!" They made it sound so easy. Who knew how many hours I had secretly practiced, drawing late into the night until I nearly ruined my eyes because my natural talent didn't match Grace's? I broke down and shouted, "Isn't it enough that she's stolen my parents? Does she have to steal my life too? Give me back my spot, or I'll leave this family forever!"

They never have and they never will. I’ll get down on my knees if that is what it takes to have my hands on her. Begging implies desperation and that’s exactly what I am when it comes to getting more of her. Desperate. Shamelessly desperate. So I do it. I open my mouth and I beg, “Please.”

he says, slick with lust. “Beg God. Beg me. Beg whoever you want, baby.” And I do. God help me—I do.

“Beg like your life depends on it.“ Then he starts pacing around. “Did you forget we were are?“ I dip my coated fingers in my mouth, squeeze my eyes close to savour the delicious taste of me. “I didn't forget. You are my masters and I'm your plaything—to use anyhow you seem fit, to fuck until you're satisfy, to ruin.“ “Now… beg us like a plaything would beg its master,” Rafe chips in. “Beg like we are the only one who could give you want you want. Your useless husband doesn't even satisfy you like we do… so fucking beg, Era.“ I'm confused now. How else should I beg?

Watching his dramatic, heartfelt confession, I almost laughed. I tilted my head, a ghost of a smile on my face, and slowly raised my right hand, beckoning him closer with a single finger. "Come here," I said softly. Edmund's eyes lit up. He saw a lifeline in the darkness. Thinking his apology had finally moved me, he rushed forward, his face a mask of hope and elation. I looked at that greedy, pathetic face, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, my voice gentle, yet colder than steel.

“If I did anything wrong, I swear I’ll never repeat it. You have no idea what it’s like being completely alone in this world until you finally find your real family. I’ve always wanted an older sister so badly. Please don’t be cold toward me, please.” The door swung open before I could respond. Xander walked in, brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s going on in here? Why is Amy crying?” Cassandra immediately released me and rushed toward him instead, burying her face against his chest. “Big brother,” she sobbed, “please help me beg Big Sis to forgive me.” “Did you do something to upset her?” Xander asked, patting her back awkwardly. Cassandra glanced my way, eyes still swimming with tears. “

“Beg Daddy to fuck this greedy little cunt properly. Use that pretty mouth and tell me exactly what you need.” I was crying, voice hoarse and broken under the pressure of his hand. “Please, Daddy… please fuck me. I need your cock so bad. I’ve been so empty and aching all day. Please destroy my pussy—fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. I’ll be so good for you, I swear. Just please let me feel you move inside me…” His eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “Such a good fucking girl when you beg like that. Now hold on, princess. Daddy’s going to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Ask us to let you finish while we both use you.” I look down at Liam, then up at Drew, voice almost gone. “Please let me come,” I beg. “Please keep fucking my ass—please put your cock back in my mouth—please use me until I fall apart. I’ll take it. Please—both of you—please let me come—”