Cry Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

On the day of our wedding anniversary, my husband, Xavier Marshall, gave me a bangle. I tried it on and found it a size too big, with the bangle almost dropping off my wrist when my arm was down. I asked casually, “Why is it so big?” My husband stood in a daze for a second before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and saying with a smile, “I found this bangle beautiful, but it didn’t come in your size. You can still wear it even if it’s a little big, right?” I thought nothing much of it and happily put it back on. During a family gathering, I saw my husband’s best friend, Melissa Shanks, wearing a glass-grade jadeite bangle on her wrist. She smiled as she answered someone’s question, “

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b

Maybe handling this kind of case is in the blood. "Hi, baby. I'm your daddy!" I muttered kissing his forehead and his tiny beautiful nose. He squealed and giggled again. This adorable lad melts my heart already crying. Tears of joy to see him and cuddle like this. Kendra if you think this is over it's not. I can't live a second without them. You should choose to go back to the Philippines or stay here alone. I evilly thought.

I'm screaming; begging; grabbing at him, wanting him to stay. He gives me one more smile, my heart races as I sob, begging him not to leave me. Leave me alone, with no one. But to my dismay, he fades into darkness. "Please, don't go." I croak out. My voice scratchy from all the crying, tears falling down my face faster than I knew possible. As I beg one last time, "Don't go."

The human was petite and she looks very young. “Thank you. I would like to be friends with you.” Alice can be weirdly straightforward when she wanted to. Given that their mates are brothers, they’re technically part of one family. Lourianne beamed, “Of course. I’ve asked Caleb about you. He trained you before, didn’t he?” “Yes. Conrad said he’ll get him to continue my training.” “Oh, I see. I wonder if I can join you? I mean, obviously I’m not like everyone else and my strength is laughable. Caleb has been giving me exercises but I don’t think they’re helping me become stronger.”

Her voice was tentative now, as if she wasn’t sure how her words would land. I felt a bitter laugh rise in my throat at her suggestion. Beg for mercy? Begging had never been in my nature, and it certainly wasn’t something I was willing to do now. The idea of groveling, of begging like a dog for scraps, was beneath me. Cain and Cage might think they had all the power, but I wouldn’t surrender to them so easily. I wasn’t going to beg for my freedom. If I had to die here, I would do it with whatever remained of my pride intact.

hat'ss not my fucking problem at all, and why is he no longer in his wheelchair "I thought your tongue was wagging a few minutes ago" "I'm sorry please forgive me" "Much poor you, and why would I take pity on you? Give me one fucked up reason why I should do that?" "Cause you're a good woman" "No darling I'm sure you don't know what I'm capable of doing, trust me I can devour all of you here and nothing absolutely nothing will happen" "So what do you want me to do, I begged already, what more do you want?" "You" "Huh me?" "Yes, I want you to go down on your knees and beg for mercy and be loud and clear while talking"

I got on my knees and started pleading, begging, "Please don't hurt my child, don't hurt my baby. Use me instead, do whatever you want with me, I don't mind but I beg you with everything that matters to you, don't hurt the only meaning of my existence, please Lucy". " As much as I love you begging, I do not care about your cries. I don't pity you, I don't care about you. I want you to suffer, I want you to end", Lucy said, crushing my spirit.

AEGIS'S P.O.V "Ahhhhhvggvvgvg" "Please I'm begging you please it hurts." "It hurts plea..se.se.. Just let me die. Just..ju.ju.st let me d..iiii...e..Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I don’t know whose voice it is anymore. It all got blurred together at the end. Maybe it’s mine. Maybe it’s one of the kids begging them to spare me, for mercy that won’t come.