Cry Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

"Apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Garner, I’m late," Bennett said, his voice calm despite his disheveled appearance. Before he could explain, Vivian let out a sharp gasp. “A beggar? Sylvia, are you seriously planning to marry a beggar?” Her voice was so loud that everyone in the room turned to look, hearing her words crystal clear. Nathaniel, growing irritated, added, “Sylvia, even if you’re doing this just to provoke me, bringing in a beggar as your stand-in is ridiculous. Do you really think this is funny?”

He is just confusing me more. “Okay, Lily Brogan. You want me to accept your rejection? FINE. But first, I want to hear you beg. Do it now. I want the entire pack to listen to YOUR WORTHLESS PATHETIC SELF beg me. DO IT. DO IT NOW.” "Happily."

"I'll agree, but you need to do something for me first." He suddenly got quiet, as if contemplating by deciding, "Fine it is your time now...ask it." Drawing a heavy breath, I finally decided on it, "Beg for me." "What?" Confusion was written on his face, "What did you say?" "I said it. If you want me, beg it." I repeated as if he was deaf. "But-" "Or would you rather lose yourself? In that rut? Come on, Creed, time is ticking." "How?"

I whispered, my voice shaking and almost inaudible. ​He froze inside me, stiff and taut, a silent demand for obedience. Then, as if coaxing a secret from my trembling soul, he said, Beg for it, sweetheart. Beg. ​That word burned with both humiliation and need. I hated myself for the craving that surged through me, for the vulnerability that clung to every whispered syllable. But the truth was, right now, I needed to beg not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed him to make me come.

“Gods, you smell like regret and need. My favorite combination.” A whimper escaped me—small, broken. His eyes flicked up. Dark. Glittering. “Say it.” “Say… what?” “Say you want your good boy to taste how sorry you are.” Tongue darted out—slow stripe over lace, not enough pressure, just enough torment. “Say please, mummy. Beg like I begged that night.” Heat roared through me. I grabbed his hair—hard—tugged. “Please.” “Louder.”

Underneath the video was a text. “No food, no water... Let’s see how long she can last before she finally gives up.” I dialled the number furiously. “Cyrus, how dare you!” I barked. “Not what I want to hear!” He said, sounding like this was some fun show he was enjoying. “What the fuck do you want from me?” “I want you to beg me. Come crawling to me, tell me how much you miss being with me. Tell me how you love me. Beg me to love you back. Beg me to take you back.”

He was saying: You know this isn't about love, so don't pretend it is. Cassandra smiled, but it didn't reach her ice-blue eyes. "Oh, Diego. You misunderstand. I don't torture myself with hope." She took a step back, smoothing her gown. "I am simply trying to... manage my property. And my property," her gaze sharpened, "should not be soiled by the wrong toy."

"Of course, I'm on your side. I'll always remember everything you've done for me. I'm honestly just worried about you. "The online noise is badly affecting the company. Maybe… you could compromise a little? You know, offer a small allowance first to calm the others down? Sometimes, it's better to go with the flow rather than fight it. Don't you think so?" Layla wasn't here to support me. She was their messenger, testing my limit and using my kindness to persuade me into surrendering to their greed. Just then, Claire burst through the door, her face ashen. "Ms. Cooper, bad news! Keira's post just got shared by several influencers with millions of followers! It's already in the top ten trendin

She said then remembered that she was not supposed to show how happy she was. "We all know how much she loved you. It's a shame you were never meant to be together." She added, her face filled with pity. "She deserves this! This is what happens when you steal what doesn't belong to you." Jada said sharply, rolling her eyes without remorse. "She's probably at home sulking. Oh! I can't wait to see her running to beg you to take her back. It will be quite the sight." "Mother!" Serena scolded, shaking her head. 'She's still your child. Don't say things like that."

“You want it badly." “Yes,” Moon gasped. The word was out before he could stop it, torn from somewhere deep in his chest. “Yes. Please. Please.” Cyril's smile widened. “Please what?” “Please — please —” His fingers were still moving inside himself, and Manuel's hand was still stroking him, and Bill's cock was leaking against his back, and he couldn't think, form words or do anything but kneel and shake and beg. “Please use me. Please. I want — I need —”