Cry Or Better Yet Beg Novels & Stories

So hopeless. That is why she has put aside her ego to stoop so low as to kneel and beg a mere excavator operator! Despite the fact that she feels so ashamed of herself, she doesn't care! It is far better than sitting in a corner, crying her eyes out without doing anything, and watching death keep coming closer to take her away. "Please, sir! I'm begging you in the name of whatever you serve!" She cries harder, seeing that Chris is not budging. "Please. Please. Please. Please," whispers upon whispers grace her lips.

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My eyes stung. “One last time.” His eyes begged. They spoke. They screamed. They plead. “One last time. Fight. For yourself this time. Not for anyone else. One last time.” ***

The word beg makes her still the moment it came out of my mouth. “I...I...I." “Beg." I cut her off. “You want me to touch you so badly, then fucking beg for it," I say a little bit harshly. “I...I don't know how to." She answers while staring at me pleadingly. I chuckle darkly. “Figure it out." Taking a deep breath as if to gather courage, my mates start begging. “Nathan, please, touch me. I am aching so badly and I need you..."

Beg till my lungs give out. "Нет, пожалуйста, сэр. Я умоляю вас. Не делай этого [No, please sir. I beg of you. Don’t do it.] I beg him. He scoffs ignoring me. One of the men opens the box and my eyes went wide. Oh my God! That’s one of the most expensive guns in the world. It comes with its special bullet and it’s sharper than anything I’ve ever seen. The gun itself shoots faster than thunder.

“Go on your knees, beg me, and grovel at my feet.” He laughs hysterically. “Maybe if you’re miserable enough I will help you.” It sounded like a threat Crystal couldn’t help but shiver from the intensity of his voice; there was no doubt in her anymore, it was now obvious that he is insane. Since she had chosen to swallow her pride and beg him, this was nothing.

“Maybe I should make you beg. You are so good at it and look so hot when you’re begging.” I have no problems with begging, not at all if it gets me what I want. “Please, Sir, give me what I need. I have been good. I think I deserve a treat.” I have, in some ways, been good. Yes, I messed up crashing the car, but I have been good. He pulls me up, bending me over his knee.

“It’s going to pass. Are you in pain?” I’m far past lying. I look him in the eye and admit, “No, but I’m afraid that if you don’t . . . touch me right now, I’m going to start crying. And if that doesn’t work, I’m going to beg. And if that doesn’t work, I’m going to— to break into a million pieces and beg you some more, and I’ll do anything if— ”

They never have and they never will. I’ll get down on my knees if that is what it takes to have my hands on her. Begging implies desperation and that’s exactly what I am when it comes to getting more of her. Desperate. Shamelessly desperate. So I do it. I open my mouth and I beg, “Please.”

He was always the one with the brilliant ideas. Rex was calm, leaning his back against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed. "At this point I… I'm sorry, I'm out of options. But if I was to lean to anything you both had said so far, I suggest we beg." “No pride. No strategies. No gifts. Just pure, honest begging. Only prayers to the God of mercies can solve this now. We have to throw ourselves at her feet and hope she has more grace than we deserve." "I wish it had been easier," River lamented, his voice hollow. "I wish we had just told her months ago. When we first started feeling... whatever this is."