Cry Even Better If You Beg Novels & Stories

He kicked the coffee table with such force that it splintered against the wall with a deafening crash. "Money, money, money! Is that all you think about, Grace?" His eyes flashed dangerously, his wolf close to the surface. "Why can't you be more like Sylvia—unconcerned with fame or fortune, genuine and easygoing? She's never asked me for a single thing!"

He stormed into the room, eyes bloodshot, like a beast fully driven mad. Moments later, Lunara's piercing screams tore through the heavy bedroom doors, echoing throughout the entire Ford residence.

Can he actually divine the future? 【You really believe he’s that powerful? This is obviously marketing—pure scriptwriting.】 【I don’t believe it either. He’s either a god… or a fraud.】 【I don’t care if he’s a fraud—I WANT TO BUY. Let him scam me!】 【I’d gladly be scammed for a hundred bucks. What if it turns into millions?】 【I’m shipping again—all-rounder Mia and mysterious Wane. Who understands my obsession?! These two are a perfect match!】

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

Chapter 15: The First Crack The photo hit the internet just after dawn. It wasn’t that clear but grainy, taken through frosted glass and steam but it was clear enough to identify the two bodies pressed together under the shower spray. One was broad shouldered and more muscular… unmistakably Zach Rivera while the other was smaller, dark curls plastered to his neck, head tipped back in a way that left little to the imagination. The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious:

On New Year’s Eve, I humbled myself and called everyone I could think of, begging to get a loan. However, every call ended with them either rejecting the call outright or scolding me for bringing bad luck during the holiday. Amid the endless sound of the fireworks, my grandma closed her eyes, and just like that, I was the only one left. At the thought of her pale face, my heart felt like it was being sliced apart. My eyes reddened instantly. I didn’t take the box of caviar he had brought. Instead, I said, “Hudson, we–”

I didn’t know if I wanted to run away or move closer. Before I knew what was happening, I was grinding against his face. Lorenzo didn’t seem to mind. I had only been eaten out once in my life and it was never this pleasurable. I wasn’t surprised by how fast an orgasm approached. “I’m close,” I whimpered. Lorenzo pulled his mouth away. “Beg for it.” The words left my mouth before I could think of anything else. “Please,” I begged. “Please let me come.” “How bad do you want it, Cara?”

when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes. As soon as I set my foot on the village's gate, Gran, my childhood friend, came running to me. "Sera! The elder Fyre is looking for you." He said. He guided me towards the elder's house but while walking he kept telling about nonsense and when we were near the elder's house, I got irritated and said, "For the record Gran, you are the noisiest man I've ever met." and walked away, leaving him smiling, don't ask me why that's just how he is.

“Scream it out, sweetheart. Come for us.” And that was it. My body shattered, a cry tearing from my throat as the pleasure crashed over my body. “Yes! That’s it, my love… Let them all hear you.” Fynn didn’t stop even then, as if he was desperate to coax out every last drop from my needy pussy… until I was nothing but a shaking mess, my body utterly ruined by their devotion.

Mac sharpened and angry; If you don't shut up, bitch, I swear I'll make you suffer in pain like you've never seen in your life, I'll make you beg me to kill you, to make this skinny body of yours only see the openings of my fangs, it's better for you to shut up