روايات وقصص ضمن Cry Or Better Yet Beg

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.”

I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Begging," he repeated, his voice laced with disdain. "Such a pathetic display. But begging is just the beginning, isn't it? There are so many other… expression of despair. Crying. Screaming. Pleading. And then, of course," he paused, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement, "there's the sweet, delicious sound of breaking." "You've already broken me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What's next?"

“Almost.” “Please!” “Say you’ll be good.” “I’ll be good,” I cry, shaking, teeth scraping the table. “I’ll be so good. Alpha, please-” “Again.” “I’ll be good,” I babble. “I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I’ll-” “Now,” he growls, a verdict and a mercy.

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 started pleading, trying to take a step forward to convince him, but the compulsion forced me to stay still. ​“Beg some more and maybe I’ll consider it,” Draven taunted. His cruel words made my blood boil, but I was more desperate than angry. ​“Please, I’m sorry! Don’t bring them into this, I’m begging you...” I began, tears rolling down my cheeks. I quickly brushed them away, knowing that crying wouldn’t get me anywhere with Draven Cruz.

“If I did anything wrong, I swear I’ll never repeat it. You have no idea what it’s like being completely alone in this world until you finally find your real family. I’ve always wanted an older sister so badly. Please don’t be cold toward me, please.” The door swung open before I could respond. Xander walked in, brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s going on in here? Why is Amy crying?” Cassandra immediately released me and rushed toward him instead, burying her face against his chest. “Big brother,” she sobbed, “please help me beg Big Sis to forgive me.” “Did you do something to upset her?” Xander asked, patting her back awkwardly. Cassandra glanced my way, eyes still swimming with tears. “

Watching his dramatic, heartfelt confession, I almost laughed. I tilted my head, a ghost of a smile on my face, and slowly raised my right hand, beckoning him closer with a single finger. "Come here," I said softly. Edmund's eyes lit up. He saw a lifeline in the darkness. Thinking his apology had finally moved me, he rushed forward, his face a mask of hope and elation. I looked at that greedy, pathetic face, leaned in close, and whispered in his ear, my voice gentle, yet colder than steel.

Papa just nods and tells me to remember my promise. We go to confession every single week. I kneel in the dark wooden booth and whisper to the old priest, “Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” But I never tell the full truth. I never say how I still touch myself almost every night. I never say how much I miss Signora Francesca’s phone and the dirty videos that make me so wet.

Well, not to his too familiar face that I once loved. “Defy what? It’s just a welcome gift, out of the Alpha’s kindness for an orpha--” Orion frowned with an indifferent snort, but he didn’t finish the word “orphan”, “It’s more like a polite gesture. It’s rude to take it literally and actually accept it.” Orion gabbled on. More like persuading himself. It would be rude to accept, but it’s okay if I declined and asked for some other valuable items, for him?

Cici ~~~ He runs his fingers through his hair, his breathing labored as his black orbs take me in. “Beg.” The single word strikes me like a slap across my face. What the hell is he talking about? He takes one step towards me. “I said, beg.” “I’m not begging you for anything,” I spit, my breathing matching his. Beg? For what? Forgiveness? Another chance? An orgasm? I have no idea what he’s asking of me.