He Begged When It Was Too Late Novels & Stories

I ask “The guardians are here” he links back

she screamed, begging. ***

“There’s nothing you can do for me now.” She cried bitterly as she said, “It’s too late.” “But—” “Get the guard.” She begged. “I’d like to confess to treason.”

‎ ‎And by the time they realized their mistake— ‎ ‎It would already be too late. ‎

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.

, I begged growing weaker and weaker by the moment. "Please…"

I should have been a better man than the one I have become. Please. Wherever you are. Whatever has happened to you. Forgive me. Hands gripped my arms. The corridor blurred around me. I felt my body being lifted, dragged, hauled toward the stairs. The last thing I heard before the darkness took me was the oldest uncle's voice, soft and businesslike and utterly without remorse. "Hurry. We don't have much time."

I only hoped it wasn’t too late. How does one fix things when you're the one in need of fixing?

"Stop taking everything on yourself. Catherine is rotten to the core. It has nothing to do with anyone else. As her brother, I'll teach me how to act like a decent person. That's the least I can do." Betty nodded. "I'll help. Together, we'll mold her into a true heiress." Our parents nodded in approval. At the same time, I floated over and slapped them both across the face. Yet their smiles never faltered. My hand passed straight through their bodies like smoke. I had forgotten that I was already dead. In my final moments, my face twisted in agony as I clutched my chest. The suffocating pain filled me with pure despair. Even then, I still hoped Ralph would burst through the door and rush me