Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

Zayn POV I got even angrier. How could he do this? I had reminded him for weeks. MMB was my favorite cartoon, and they were doing a live show in New York for one night only and he forgot. I turned toward Mom, who was sitting on the couch watching me carefully. “Mom, please take me,” I begged. “Please. It’ll be over before Dad gets back.” “But your father said….” “No, Mom!” I cut her off. “I want to go!”

My heart remained a solid block of ice. "It is just a cheap show," I said flatly. "He needs to play the tragic, heartbroken widower for the cameras. It builds the perfect stage. He wants the public to pity him so he can finally put his precious savior in my place and legally give Jennifer the ring tonight." Kingsley let out a cold scoff, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Are you ready to crush this piece of garbage?" I looked down at my custom red silk dress. It hugged my figure, radiating power and absolute wealth. I was no longer the weak, desperate girl crying in a cheap beige cardigan. I was the heiress of the Merrick family.

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

I… I need you to do what you did last time. BE : I'm not having sex with you. Me : You don't have to. Just… hold me. That was the closest time I'd come to begging. The last time was when I begged God to save my mom and he ignored me. I never did that again. But tonight, I needed someone to calm the storm raging inside me. The storm that was building up in my chest because of a certain someone. Me : Please. Three dots appeared and disappeared for a few seconds before BE finally replied.

"Her eyes may be sick, but she's not blind. Why should everyone have to give way to her in everything?" Ms. Weber tapped Ethan on the forehead, warning him to be careful with his words. Then she pulled me into her arms, stroking my back like a mother would. "You can be my goddaughter from now on. You're such a wonderful kid—if they don't want you, I do." I buried my face in Ms. Weber's embrace and sobbed uncontrollably.

On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b

“It’s okay, I understand and tell him he is forgiven… can I ask you for a favor?” “Yes, sure anything”. “Can you not treat me like this, like I’m broken or something, I mean this morning you weren’t even looking at me, I’d rather have that than this” I say pointing at her face because she is looking at me like she is looking at a dying puppy.

“ Please Sir. Make me cum first.” I am embarrassing. I didn’t know that one day, I will be the one who will do the begging but the desperation and heat of my body is too much to ignore. My pleading eyes is looking at him and begging for mercy. I tried to display myself so that he will not leave me here. “ Five minutes.”

I'm sure that it won't change anything. If I said more of those things, I might never let him go. This night would turn into me, crying my heart out, begging for him to love me back and I don't want that ... not because I don't want to beg. I would do it in a heartbeat. I would beg for him to take me back. I just don’t want to make it harder for him. Begging isn't the answer. I took a deep breath before starting again.

“Maybe I should make you beg. You are so good at it and look so hot when you’re begging.” I have no problems with begging, not at all if it gets me what I want. “Please, Sir, give me what I need. I have been good. I think I deserve a treat.” I have, in some ways, been good. Yes, I messed up crashing the car, but I have been good. He pulls me up, bending me over his knee.