Cry Even Better If You Beg Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, as she poured out her plea. “Please,” she sobbed, her voice cracking with the raw desperation that clawed at her throat, “I beg you, give me the money. I need it, I need it now! Just this once... just this one time. After this, you can do whatever you want with me. Anything. Sleep with anyone... I don't care. Please, please, please!” Each word was a desperate prayer, a raw, exposed nerve laid bare before him, begging for mercy.

He choked on a sound that was part sob, part plea, his hips twitching as I began to move slow at first, dragging every inch, then slamming down with brutal rhythm. “Does it hurt?” I asked, breath ragged. “Yes,” he gasped. “It hurts so good please more”He begs and I clenched around him, making him cry out. “You don’t come,” I growled, voice wild, eyes burning down at him. “Not until I’m dripping and wrecked.”

I pushed my chair back from the table, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. "Stop acting like you pushed me away for my own good. Just say the truth." He frowned and took off his napkin,then stood up, his gaze fixed on me. "Meritt, please. You are upset. Drink some water and calm down." Oh fuck! "Do not!" I slammed, not even knowing when the world slipped out of my mouth. I clenched my jaw and fist harder, holding back tears that welled in my eyes. “Don't you dare tell me to calm down!"

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–”