Novelas y relatos de Cry Better Yet Beg

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.

I faintly whispered, then trembled as I looked at the blood I had lost. Crying, I gathered those in front of me even though I'm weak; I'm like a madman bathing in the blood and flesh of my baby. Begging it is not too late. Wishing it was just a nightmare "My baby..." Some time passed, and no help came. No one came back. I just emotionlessly leaned against the door while hugging my own robe full of dried blood that I lost. I looked at myself again and then stared into nothingness. I clenched my palms while still hugging my robe tightly. "I will make sure you all kneel before me..."

“How dare you ask for anything!” I raised a brow. “Ah, so no reward for me. Figures. In that case—" I stepped back toward the door—"I’m out.” Selene hissed through her teeth, and Lilith looked ready to cry again, but I wasn’t playing their game. Not anymore. ********

he asked. “Yes…” I moaned, and he increased the vibration on the toy he was using on me. “Then you better beg me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you cum. Beg me to make you squirt. Beg me to treat you like my sex toy for the night. I will make you feel better than I have ever made you feel before.” “Please…” I begged. “You’re not loud enough. Beg me again. This time, I want you to cry out my name as you beg me.”

As long as I fall. “No, you need to beg me,” he grunts. “Beg your fucking monster, your sick fuck. Beg or you won’t get it.” “Fuck me,” I scream out. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Please.” The last word comes out a broken, desperate cry.

Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."

No luggage and soon I was far away from the pack house. It’s not like I wasn’t hurt—I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But after hearing Brandon call me a wolfless disgrace, I realized crying would only make me feel pathetic. They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, and maybe they’re right. I loved Brandon… deeply. But he betrayed me. So why should I shed a single tear for someone who was shameless enough to bed my friend in our matrimonial room?

But I was no longer the woman who would comfort him when he cried. I didn't want to pay attention. Instead, amid his sorrowful crying, I casually hailed a taxi. "Wait!" he screamed, scrambling to his feet. "Wait! I can change! I can be better!" The taxi door closed between us. The car carried me toward the rising sun. Behind me, Garrett pounded on the rear window until the car turned the corner. Without hesitation, and without looking back.

“Please, Lorenzo. Just help me. Help my family. You’re the only one who can help us right now. Please.” I didn’t know what was so funny but Lorenzo chuckled. “Surely, you can do better than that.” This man wasn’t just cruel. He was sick. Was he that happy to see me beg? It didn't matter though. “I’ll do anything,” I uttered without a second thought and I wasn’t kidding. I would do anything he wanted if he could help me. “I’ll do whatever you want, please. Just save my family.” “Anything, huh?” I nodded desperately, not caring how dangerous my words were. “Anything, Mr. Rossi.”

“How dare you speak to us like that when even a lowly servant has more value than you cursed rogue!?” My head buzzed with dizziness, a stinging pain burning my cheek. I shut my eyes, bearing with it. “Next time, you'll know not to let your filthy mouth run loose.” Beatrice landed another heavy slap. “But there won't be next time, because by evening your corpse will be rotting in the dark forest where rogues are buried!”