He Begged When It Was Too Late Novels & Stories

He turned back and faced Vivian. "Vivian, I'm begging you... If it's about what I said minutes ago... I'm sorry... Just slow down a little bit... I don't want to die now... I'm still too young to die... This is not how I planned to die... Please stop!!", He begged as he felt his eyes involuntarily tearing up. "Do you want to get there quickly or not?!!!", She questioned. "What?!!" "Weren't you the one that we were running late?!!!", She questioned louder.

They remained frozen in place, their heads hanging as they looked at us pitifully. "Mandy, please, just give me one more chance." Lucas' face was twisted with sorrow. "I've truly realized my mistakes. Just give me a chance to make things right. Please—"

Before leaving, he grabbed me by the chin and, with a snicker, said, "Christine, you said you wanted a memorable birthday this year. I hope you got what you wished for." At that moment, I completely lost it. All strength drained from my body as I covered my eyes and collapsed onto the floor. That night, I scrubbed myself desperately in the shower, where I had been touched. My skin was scrubbed raw, but I still felt dirty. Finally, I broke down and sobbed. Our parents passed away early. Charlie and I had always looked out for one another. Back then, he was on his way home from work and decided to help Lisa, but she accused him of wrongdoing.

When the residents realized I wasn't going to budge, their faces fell. Some of them hung their heads in defeat and turned to leave. However, a few refused to give up. They lingered where they stood as they kept trying to wear me down. They wouldn't stop saying nice things, hoping that I'd change my mind. "Hilary, please… Just help us one more time. One last time, okay?" one of them pleaded. "Honestly, we're not used to this. We waste so much time looking for our packages every day."

He broke. Completely. “Please, I’m begging you,” he said, tears mixing with blood now, dignity gone, replaced with survival. “It won’t happen again, I swear, I swear—” I watched him for a second. Long enough to let it settle. Long enough for him to understand that begging didn’t guarantee anything. Then slowly— I let go. He collapsed forward, coughing, shaking, barely able to hold himself up. The room went quiet again. But not calm.

“Find them before it’s too late.” The chapter ends with Adrian falling to his knees, whispering, “Please, God… don’t take her from me.”

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

A sob escaped before I could stop it. I lowered my head. “I can’t do this.” The words came out broken. Honest. Raw. “I can’t live knowing you died because of me.” My shoulders shook. “I can’t.” The silence stretched endlessly. Then I whispered: “So please wake up.” My voice barely existed. “Please.” Tears slipped down my face. “I finally figured it out.” Another shaky laugh escaped me. Too late. Of course it was too late. Everything between us always seemed to happen too late.

“Arden… it’s okay if part of you still loves him. That doesn’t make you weak.” “It makes me stupid,” I said, more bitterly than intended. “No. It makes you human.” I stared down at my coffee, the ice clinking softly against the plastic. “He left when everything fell apart. I begged him to stay. I needed him to just… not give up.” “And he did?” I nodded. She reached over and touched my hand. “Then he needs to earn the right to even speak your name. Don’t let him rewrite the story just because he walked back in.”

Then he suddenly turned and ran toward me, hope lighting up his little face. “Mom! I know how to wake you up now! I’ll go back to your old den and get the feather!” Watching him leave with such excitement, I was stunned. Instinctively, I reached out to place a cap on his head like I always used to— But my hand passed right through him. That’s when it hit me again. I had died. And I could no longer protect my Lucas.