Cry Even Better If You Beg Novels & Stories

In the eighth year of our relationship, I took a silver blade meant for my Alpha, Adrian Blackwood. After confirming that I would survive, he promised me anything I wanted. Everyone expected me to demand the marking ceremony he had postponed for eight years. Instead, I looked at him calmly. “Release me from your claim.” Then I turned and walked away. Adrian only laughed. “She’s desperate for attention. Give her three days. She’ll come crying and beg me to take her back.” But Adrian was wrong. Because I had been reborn. In my previous life, I used the life debt he owed me to force him into the marking ceremony. That night, his first love, Ivy, jumped from a rooftop. Blaming me for Ivy’s suici

"The salesperson told us it was a limited edition, and only one piece was available. They wouldn't let us buy it, but somehow it ended up on Cassandra's neck. "Mandy, look at this. They give the best of everything to Cassandra. We're just fools." Vivienne's voice was thick with tears as they rolled down her cheeks once more. I took her phone and struggled to sit up, pressing my forehead against hers. "Vivi, none of this matters anymore. We need to focus on recovering. They don't care about us, so why should we care about them?" The more I spoke, the more suffocated I felt. Tears streamed down my face as we held each other tightly.

My voice came out loud and clear. “Oops, Kael,” I said loudly so everyone could hear. “You think you can make me cry? Oh, I pity you… and all the girls here.” The crowd became quiet. Kael’s smile slowly disappeared. Some people lowered their phones to listen better. “Do you know how it feels to be fucked really good?” I continued, my voice strong. “To have a thick, huge cock stretching your tight pussy, bouncing hard and deep, making you cry for more instead of help? I bet you don’t know that feeling, Kael.”

“Please don't stop.” He chuckled darkly. “You don’t beg nearly well enough, baby girl.” And then—he delivered another sharp smack to my ass. I cried out, my body jolting forward. “Beg like a good little slut.” “I’ll do anything,” I whimpered. “Please, Sir. I need it. I’ll be good. I’ll obey. I just… I need to cum. Please make me cum.” He groaned, clearly affected. “That’s more like it.”

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.

"I get this anxious feeling but it goes away for a minute, when I'm with you breathing.." "I know, I will fall inlove with and that's not what I wanna do.." "I hope you won't ever lie to me and if you do I know I won't be crybaby.." "Cry baby cry baby, I need to cry." "Cry baby cry baby, you need to cry." "And if you do, I know that will be alright."

*begging "I will change, No! I will consider this as long as you save me. Did you give me a machine that will help me, right? Did you? So, please... let it appear! sob..huhu... I'm gonna die! I will do anything. Please... I will marry all the woman here in this world! If not I will make them Pregnant! So, please... If not I will not make a mess again! I will be a good person for now. I will make you an altar made of gold! Yes, a gold!" Yet he was falling again!

"You look so beautiful when you’re crying and begging for it like that, Es. I think I could stay like this all day. Most people think you’re this ice queen, but right now? You’re just a needy little puddle." I squeezed my eyes shut, my head tossing back against the tree as the dizziness took over. "I hate you," I whispered, though it came out as a very desperate plea. I was right on the edge and begging for a relief only he could give. "I know," he said, his smirk widening. "I’m sorry, but I really like it when you beg with that humble face. It’s a rare sight. This belongs on a very dark and very kinky mood board somewhere. I'm sure of that."

With just one word, I could make you disappear from this world. Laughter erupted from the classmates around us, their faces full of ridicule. Only Sky stood there, anxious and desperate. "Celia, please, just apologize. We're just normal people. We can't afford to offend them! "Silver Key Holdings is insanely powerful. You've made her this angry. One phone call from her, and you'll be out of a job!" I looked around at the faces I had once known so well, now twisted with mockery and scorn. So, this is what our so-called friendship was worth? Did none of them have a shred of loyalty? Were they all this spineless?

Hailey said. “Well, thanks. We should go get it. I feel like I've been baptized again but in sugar.” She said, trying to push back her tears. She wasn’t going to cry because of Dana’s shenanigans, no way. She was above that, so it wasn’t going to get her down.