Cry Or Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

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.

Be better. I stare at the screen, smoke curling from my lips. “Be better.” How the hell do I even do that? And the bigger question, how do I earn her forgiveness? For someone whose go-to move is to avoid like a plague, how do I even try?

“We’ll get stronger RSVPs tomorrow.” I nodded. I needed purpose. Rhett appeared behind me. I didn’t turn. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Not “for what?” Just sorry. Enough that it rooted him to me, anchored me to him. Finally, I turned. “I’m sorry too—for letting old things hurt me.” He closed the gap. His hand hovered near mine. “I want us to be better.” From then on, I organized the event with renewed clarity. Posters went up. Speech notes were refined. I practiced words I’d hand him when I thanked him—publicly, unapologetically—two days from now.

On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b

"I’m a ruined, ugly thing. My own parents look at me like I’m a piece of trash and they even told me I should be grateful that a rich man like Michael kept me as a pet." "Meritt, stop," Alesandro said firmly and reached out to touch my hand, but I pulled it away quickly. "Don't pity me! Let me finish," I insisted. The tears started to well up in my eyes, but I blinked a thousand times to push them away. I was tired of crying. I wanted to be angry, I needed it.

Immediately afterward, his face was filled with tears and snot as he cried bitterly, “Benefactor… I owe my lowly life to you, and it’s only right for you to take it away… But I really want to beg you to spare my lowly life even if it’s simply for my mother’s or younger sister’s sake. Please spare my lowly life… I beg you, Benefactor…”

I'm screaming; begging; grabbing at him, wanting him to stay. He gives me one more smile, my heart races as I sob, begging him not to leave me. Leave me alone, with no one. But to my dismay, he fades into darkness. "Please, don't go." I croak out. My voice scratchy from all the crying, tears falling down my face faster than I knew possible. As I beg one last time, "Don't go."

“I don't beg. I don't plead. I take matters into my own hands.” “I d-don't…” Another cry escaped me. I couldn't even talk. “Come on, Luna. Get a grip! Remember who you are! Remember which pack you belong to!” “I don't b-beg. I d-don't plead… I take m-matters into my o-own hands,” I stammered. “Again!” “I don't beg… I don't plead. I take matters into my own hands.” My voice was steadier. “You're doing great! Again!”

said Clyde as his tears continued to flow, which was almost swollen and tearful. "I am very sad. We are sad that you will disappear, and I will not be able to afford to lose you again. If only I could transfer the pain you feel to me. Now I have done it. Do not give up. Fight not just for us, but also for yourself. If I used to be able to cope without you, it is because I know you will come back and you can come back, but if we lose you again now, you will not be able to come back, so I'm begging you don't leave me, "said Clyde while crying.

Create logic that no one can reject. Not ever again. Beg for a place to be understood. Humble is being kind. Humble is not to beg right away. Get yourself accepted by your mind, by your deeds. Not any other way. Not any other way. You put reasons in your mind. Think better each day. You improve. That’s sports for you. Play it each day. No other sports playing or watching is real in any way. Amen. You do not count your words. You value them. You say. You speak to be heard. Don’t beg for a better place in hearts. You win your space. You win your place.