Cry Or Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

I… I need you to do what you did last time. BE : I'm not having sex with you. Me : You don't have to. Just… hold me. That was the closest time I'd come to begging. The last time was when I begged God to save my mom and he ignored me. I never did that again. But tonight, I needed someone to calm the storm raging inside me. The storm that was building up in my chest because of a certain someone. Me : Please. Three dots appeared and disappeared for a few seconds before BE finally replied.

he says, slick with lust. “Beg God. Beg me. Beg whoever you want, baby.” And I do. God help me—I do.

“I told you I’d always be here. This is part of it.” God. How had I rejected this man? A beta, choosing another Alpha over him. Not just any Alpha. The feared Alpha of Midnight Park. The one who ruled with an iron fist outside these walls and was gentle with me behind closed doors. What was I thinking? “What are you thinking about?” he asked, catching the look on my face. I jolted. “Nothing.” “You looked like you were about to cry.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” “Don’t apologize.” He reached out, thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Can I feed you now, Your Royal Majesty?”

"Don't tell me he figured out we snuck out to take soda last night." "No, that's not it," I replied calmly. "Just the usual. Try to smile more and stuff like that." "Oh, I thought as much," Ryker said as he stepped into the shower beside me. "But you should listen to his advice. You need to smile often. It would help you find your mate. You look like a warrior in battle, and that must scare every girl who comes close to you." "Who said I need one." I scoffed, looking away from him as I faced the other wall, letting the water run down my body. After the shower, I turned off the tap and pulled a towel over my waist as I stepped out, walking back to my locker to dress up.

“You want it badly." “Yes,” Moon gasped. The word was out before he could stop it, torn from somewhere deep in his chest. “Yes. Please. Please.” Cyril's smile widened. “Please what?” “Please — please —” His fingers were still moving inside himself, and Manuel's hand was still stroking him, and Bill's cock was leaking against his back, and he couldn't think, form words or do anything but kneel and shake and beg. “Please use me. Please. I want — I need —”

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

*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!

I got on my knees and started pleading, begging, "Please don't hurt my child, don't hurt my baby. Use me instead, do whatever you want with me, I don't mind but I beg you with everything that matters to you, don't hurt the only meaning of my existence, please Lucy". " As much as I love you begging, I do not care about your cries. I don't pity you, I don't care about you. I want you to suffer, I want you to end", Lucy said, crushing my spirit.

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

I don't know if I can even be called alive because, for the second time, they killed me again. "Fvck you all!" I screamed loudly at the same time as I was crying hard when I got out of the car. "You're so cruel! Fvck you motherfvckers! Ahhh!" I fell to my knees on the road due to extreme pain and weakness, the cold rain flowing over my whole body.