Cry Or Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

I'm always protected, located far away from all the adventure Carly got to do along with my Aunt Madonna as her backup. A new rise of hope is building within me. I can do this, I can do this. I can do this. There's no other way but to do this. I chant to myself that I am left with no choice but to not go down without a fight. All I need is one good shot in one of his vital area.

“Just because you can fight, doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. “If it wasn’t for Cyan, I’d tear you apart with my bare hands now. “Now, kneel and apologize. I might just be nice enough to forgive you. “Otherwise, this is far from over.”

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."

So I'll just let the guitar cry, baby 'Cause there's no good in goodbye, babe. Can't let you see them coming down my eyes. So I'll just let the guitar cry baby.

he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with tears "I beg of you to lift the curse that threatens my people. I am willing to face any trial or punishment you deem fit but spare them, I beg of you." He pleaded sadly, lying face down on the floor. The others followed his lead and lay down on the floor as well, begging for mercy.

"Don't let others ruin the mood. We're here to celebrate Rachel's success." I raised my glass with a smile. "Yes, here's to a bright future." The End.

Her eyes filled with sorrow, and I felt the pain. “I’m so incredibly sorry, my love,” I whispered. My voice was thick with regret. I was waiting for all the info and proof I needed to debunk Krystina’s lies. I’m sorry. Please let me hold you, baby,” I beg. The pressure in my eyes intensified, a desperate, silent plea trapped behind a wall of unshed tears.

Elysia Pov "Beg!" He shrieked at me. His voice was louder than before. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes. My whole body was burning for revenge, but I had no power, no means to save myself from this misery and coming chaos. I have to beg for his help, and I need to; It's the only way I can keep myself and then map out a revenge plan. "Please help me." My lips struggled to mutter words that irritated my heart. Every glance at him and all I can see is his gun edge at Jake and killing him in cold blood.

"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 beg him for my dear life; please, I want to orgasm so damn bad. "Oh, so now you didn't forget to beg me?" He states. Fuck...! How should I beg when my mouth is being gagged?? He does this to torture me for biting him earlier. The vibrator brings me to another near-orgasm phase. "Can I come, Daddy?? Please...!! Please...!" I beg desperately. He chuckles and turns it off. Fucking DENIES me again. "Please...! Please...! I can't...! Please don't be so mean, Daddy." I cry.