He Begged When It Was Too Late Novels & Stories

she sniffled “You are the only one that understands me please come over please” she begged, I went silent for a minute debating everything “I would be there soon” I let out a tired sigh

Twenty years ago… I was a very bad person but it was so hard to hope for something else. The night before Samuel’s birthday when I went to bed, I prayed for hours to the moon goddess. Prayed that Samuel wouldn’t find his mate tomorrow. I prayed to the goddess to let him be my mate. I bribed the goddess, pleaded with her, and promised to do anything she would want from me. I knew it was cruel of me to pray for that. He wanted to find his mate more than anything in the world and I was asking the goddess to make him wait. I wouldn’t be seventeen in a year and I was praying to the goddess to make him wait a year for me. It was all I could do though, to pray to the goddess to make him my mate bec

He realized that he could not run anymore, so he raised his head to look at Zayn and begged, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill, I’m begging you…” Zayn looked down at him from above and said, “I’m going to ask you one last time, how long have you been lurking here?”

he stated before he turned about to leave. I quickly rushed to where he was blocking his way "please dad please, I am begging you don't do that to her please" I begged for the first time in my life I felt helpless and powerless, I can't do anything to save her the only thing I can do is beg him to spare her "you shouldn't have let he distract you Axel" he whispered.

he begged “That's too late. You see Norman, you have worsted a lot of my time and I will make sure by the time I leave here, you will learn a thing or two about lying” he said, Norman didn't like the sound of that threat, he began to think of all the horrible things this man could do to him or his family and none of them looked good, he cried begging the man “Am sorry, please forgive me” he cried but the man didn't say anything and continued to play with the knife in his hands…

Please, anybody, help me, I begged silently, as my last little bit of pride was about to be stolen from me. And just when I was about to give up, the door burst open and a shadowy figure rushed in just in time.

the old man begged in Italian. I cast an askance glare at them and they shrank back. "Neither do we. This will not take long," I said without any inflection of sympathy. And it didn’t. Suddenly the banging stopped and footsteps followed. I remained where I was, waiting for him to come to me. And he did like the good little pet he was. There was pain in his voice. "I’m here. Please don’t hurt them." His voice trembled and it stirred something in me.

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.

"Perhaps we're still not too late." After saying that, he turned around and dashed into the night. At that moment, everyone held onto the last sliver of hope… unaware that it was already too late to have hope.

Marco stormed in, followed by a team of Vexille's most elite, their faces grim and merciless. "Don!" Marco rushed to my side, cut the ropes with a knife, and dropped to one knee. "Forgive me for being late." I rubbed my sore wrists and slowly stood up. "How... how did you get here so fast?" my father trembled, staring in disbelief. Of course, he wouldn't know. I had anticipated this trap before I even stepped through the door. Marco looked to me for orders. "Don, how do we handle them?" I looked down at these three people, my so-called "family," and the last flicker of warmth in my heart died out.