He Begged When It Was Too Late Novels & Stories

"Are you.. begging?" Even though he was behind me, I could see the triumphant glint in his eyes. He was so proud of himself for finally making me beg. I had no choice. There was no more fight left in me right now. I had to beg. Pride wasn't even a thing right now. I was on the edge of fainting right now. "Yes... please... I can't take this anymore" I begged him. Fuck! I was begging this sick devil! He was truly a sick and twisted monster. Who does this to their mate?

I had to move now. Before it was too late.

It was too late. Everything was about to come to an end! I shouldn’t have held back!

he sobbed. “Go ahead. Tell them the ‘speck of dust’ owns your life, your house, and your legacy. It’ll make a fascinating headline.” I picked up my bag and took Dominic’s hand. We walked toward the exit without looking back. In the reflection of the hotel window, I saw the last of Sebastien Montgomery: on his knees, head in his hands, weeping for a life he threw away. “Are you okay?” Dominic asked as we reached the hallway. “I’m more than okay,” I replied. “I’m whole.”

Her eyes were filled with tears and she was desperately begging for someone to come to her aid. No one moved a muscle. I struggled to go to her but I was held down. It was too late. Five, four, three, two, one…

“You can't walk away while you can.” But they both knew— It was already too late.

She begged pathetically. "Please what?" "T-touch me."

at least 50 meters forward--wait, behind it? I already dashed out the moment she said “left”.

He knelt down in despair as if he was trying to grab his last chance. “I beg you! Please save Shasha!” Those were his last words before he collapsed to the ground…

he mumbled and I sighed. "It's too late George"