He Begged When It Was Too Late Novels & Stories

I asked immediately. “Why?” he asked. “If I told you now that I would be taking you to the place where you would die, would you beg for your life?” I only looked at him. The thought to beg for my life crossed my mind, but no words left my lips. Our teachings told us that arrogance was the downfall of anyone. Was this what this was? Arrogance? I found that begging never got me anywhere. I’d begged Cyrus to let me return to the Convent and it never happened. I’d begged the priestesses to let me stay that night. Nothing I ever begged for happened, and I didn’t suppose it would start now.

It was clear she was in a lot of pain, but couldn’t express it. I let out a scream as I ran to her. “Mom?!” I cried, tears burning in my eyes. “Someone help her… please…” I was begging; I never begged, not even as a little boy. Begging was something my father told me never to do, but in this case, I couldn’t help it. Landon was behind me in a second. “Let’s get you back to your room,” he said, his voice soft and filled with sympathy.

he begged. “How am I supposed to live without her? Do you want to watch me die of depression? “I can’t go on. What do you want me to do? Can you please let me go? “Let me go, and I’ll do anything apart from leaving Rachel and marrying Yvette, okay? I’m begging you! “I’ll do anything else you want. All right? All right?” The more he spoke, the more upset he was that he couldn’t stop crying. He really couldn’t take it anymore; he was going insane.

His voice broke on the last word and he looked away. “I’m tired, Scott,” he said, quieter. “Tired of talking to you. Tired of covering for you. Tired of letting your problems spoil my life.” Each word pressed down on my chest. I opened my mouth, trying to find something to say, something that would fix it, but nothing came out. “I…” My voice cracked. “I didn’t know it would go this far.” He shook his head slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Keep your excuses,” he said, voice low but sharp. “I’m done hearing them.”

He stayed where he was, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. The rapid thumping of his heart echoed in her ears, signaling his growing fury. Embracing him tightly, she lifted her gaze to meet his face, continuing her plea through her eyes. Parting her lips, she silently mouthed, "Please, don't." He lowered his gaze to her and watched as she stiffly attempted to form words with her lips. "I'm begging you," she mouthed. His voice resonated with depth as he tilted her chin upwards, no longer seething with anger. He asked, "Don't you think it's too late for you to be begging me?"

I begged “I’m disappointed in you Claire, I told myself countless times that it can’t be, you couldn’t really be fucking that bastard but I guess I was wrong about you.” My cries only intensified. “You have to stop. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything you want! Just please!” I begged. “It’s too late for that claire” He looked down at his watch. “2 more minutes to blow that bastard to bits” God no! I struggled so hard with the chains that I felt it hurt my wrist and ankles.

He asked. The phone I had been trying to reach for quietly, had slipped out of the bad and the screen was crack, ink spilling across it. “Please,” I begged. “Please, I'd give you what you want?” “Give me what I want?” he asked like I had just said something stupid. “What I want?” “Yes. Please,” I repeated. “Don't you see? You can't give me anything!” he laughed widely. “On your feet. Now!” I tried to stand but my knees were too weak. “I can't...”

Pathetic. He reached out again. Said taking in Callie was the biggest mistake of his life. Said the nurse was abusing him. Begged me to visit. I watched my family getting my birthday gifts ready again and hung up without blinking. I'll pay for a better facility—but I'm never going back. Just like that day I stood outside our door, waiting for him to call me in— He didn't. And now? I'm done. We live our lives. Separate. Forever.

The sound of his voice gave the indication that he was very serious about what he was saying. I looked up at him disbelievingly. "Please!!!" I begged while trying to grab him. I resigned within myself to beg if it would make him finish what he's started. But he shifted backwards and avoided me. "It's wicked for you to get me this up and drop me back down."

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh