Cry Or Better Yet Beg Webtoon 25

She poured her heart out, yet he did not do the same. As infidelity befell her marriage, she was forced to divorce her husband with nothing left in her name. Overnight, she changed from the enviable position of Madam Larson to a pitiful, penniless wretch. She thought that she would not meet him again, yet fate played with her and they crossed paths once more. “Let me go, I beg you.”“Do you think I’ll do that again?”

I discover Quilton Fuller's affair before our wedding, so I lie to him about having aborted our child. He hates me for that and gets engaged to a woman who looks just like me. On his wedding day, he video-calls me, wanting to show me his bride. However, he's greeted by the sight of me bloody and battered after being tormented by abductors. I beg him to at least save the baby in my womb, but he says to the abductors, "You'd better kill her and her child."

Signing out of work after a hectic day, Nora's wish was to collapse in bed and sleep her numerous worries away. She had no idea her life was about to take a sudden turn though. She got a shock when she got roughly pushed into a car by strange men and driven off to a huge mansion despite her loud yells. Prepared to cry and beg for freedom where she was kept hostage, she was stunned when a man walked into the room, accused her of being a runaway fraudulent wife and vowed never to let her leave. All her plea that she had never been married fell on deaf ears. Nora realized the truth afterward: the man had a wife who looked like her and ran from him. She wondered if she would also be able to run away or have to pay for her unknown twin's crimes.

“I’ll make you beg and cry out my name, Father Hale. You won’t even be able to face the altar without remembering how you came apart on my tongue.” Vincente terrifying voice admitted curling around the crucifix at my throat as his rough, unforgiving fingers, pinned my wrists above my head against the cold stone. His thigh shoved between mine, spreading me open, and the heavy press of his cock ground against the thin barrier of my underclothes. My own answered before I could stop it, swelling shamefully through the fabric that clung like a second, traitorous skin. “Feel that?” he whispered, rolling slow, merciless circles that tore a broken sound from my throat. “That’s your body confessing louder than any prayer.” I tried to twist away, but the movement only dragged my hips harder against him. “Please,” I gasped, the word cracking open like a wound. “Vicente —God—” “God’s not here,” he growled, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “Only me.” His hands slipped under me working on me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, but the moan spilled out anyway, raw and ragged. “Say it,” he demanded, thumb circling the slick head until my vision blurred. “Beg me to stop. Or beg me not to.” A sob tore free as my body arched, chasing the pressure I hated myself for craving. “Please—Vicente—” He swallowed the broken plea with his mouth, teeth and tongue and the faint copper of my own blood. When he pulled back, his eyes glittered like black glass. “Oh.” He smiled, “You want me to continue?” And my last hope to get him stop chattered.

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

Sold by her father to a ruthless Alpha, wolfless Zara Quinn becomes a pawn in a war of vengeance. But beneath her quiet defiance lies a power long buried and a bond Hunter Reed refuses to accept. When fate declares her his mate, he rejects her. Yet in blood, betrayal, and battle, Zara will rise again, but this time she's not here to beg for love, but to command it, even if it means breaking destiny itself.

“Margaux is a gorgeous and confident girl, who had a beloved fiance, Lester. However, no one expected Lester would run away from their wedding. Maybe he was just in traffic or maybe his car broke down on the road. No one knows the reason. Lester was just disappeared in this way. Having no time to change her bridal dress, Margaux got into the car and tried to find her groom back. But her car was blocked by a handsome guy, Lawrence. Lawrence was eager to have an important meeting. But he was attracted by this crying beauty. All the on-lookers thought Lawrence was the runaway groom so they persuaded Lawrence to go back and get married to Margaux. Well, Lawrence shrugged and grinned, "Miss Runaway Bride, don't cry, I'm much better than your ex-fiance."

***Captivating Storm Book 1*** Orphaned by the unexpected attack of a rogue pack, Yusria gets adopted by the Beta of the Setting Dawn Pack. 18 years of living under the neglect and abuse of her adopted family leads her becoming the mate of the Alpha's son. Just when she thinks her life would take a turn for the better, she dies under the manipulation of her husband and adopted sister. Reborn and fueled with a desire to find her fated mate, Yusria sets out of the Setting Dawn Pack to embark on a journey that, unknowingly, sets in motion a prophecy long forgotten and buried under the passage of time. "Mate!" The strangled cry of the Emperor rendered the spectating Alphas and Lunas speechless. 'Mate? What mate...?' 'Must be Miss Eradani, right? The Emperor's Lover?' 'Of course! Otherwise, who did you expect? Heh...It's not like the Lykan Emperor can claim a true mate!' Disdainful scoffs and mocking sneers surfaced on the faces of the Eastern Empire's prominent alpha leaders. The barely audible cry of 'mate' from the Great Eastern Emperor Zeonen's mouth made them look at the latter with scorn. Mate? For all his power and wealth, in their eyes, he would forever remain beneath them for being born a Lykan, a creature infamously deprived of the greatest gift of the Moon Goddess. A true mate.

Riley thought her life was better the way it has been; a man to run to, a best friend whose shoulder she could cry on all the time. But everything came crashing when she found her best friend and her boyfriend on the bed, where she found out that her boyfriend had used her to get to Zelia, her best friend. Her world came crashing as they were the only ones that she had to call family.It wasn't intentional when she slept with her best friend's father that night; it was just a way she had considered to take things off her head. But what happens when Riley ends up pregnant, unsure of whom the father of her kids is.

Revenge that was supposed to be sweet turned into something else when Ava dumped her ex for cheating on her with her stepsister. She swore she’d never cry over trash again and decided to get her revenge by offering a marriage deal to someone untouchable, handsome and ten times better like the dangerously magnetic billionaire Kylan Kingsley. But payback turns twisted when she learns the man she chose isn’t just rich and ruthless… he’s also her new professor. Desire ignites, rules shatter and a forbidden romance turns addictive. Life is fun, everything is perfect and passion is burning hot until secrets that could ruin them both resurface. And when passion collides with secrets, nothing will ever be the same.