Make Me Beg Novels & Stories

The tension between us was too much for me, I just wanted to touch her, I wanted her so badly. "One night," She whispered, her voice send chills all over my body and goosebumps were forming all over my skin. "Give me one night." She was begging me for one night, Jennifer was begging me for something she could have gotten from anyone she asked and the way she said it, it was like she needed it, like if I was the one giving her the air to breathe. "As if you even have to ask." I said finally closing the little space left and locking her lips with mine.

“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.”

*begging "I will change, No! I will consider this as long as you save me. Did you give me a machine that will help me, right? Did you? So, please... let it appear! sob..huhu... I'm gonna die! I will do anything. Please... I will marry all the woman here in this world! If not I will make them Pregnant! So, please... If not I will not make a mess again! I will be a good person for now. I will make you an altar made of gold! Yes, a gold!" Yet he was falling again!

I looked at this man who had once been so high and mighty. He looked more deranged now, more desperate. Trying to win me back by degrading Damien. He stared at me intently, his eyes full of pleading. That familiar expression, just like every time he made me angry before. As long as he yielded, as long as he begged, I would soften and compromise. But not anymore. Never again. "You say he's not sincere?" I let out an extremely sarcastic laugh. "Are you sincere then?" I looked at him mockingly. "At least Damien doesn't have female secretaries kneeling between his legs under office desks."

And then I was here, crawling on the staircase, alone. I wanted to move, but my body wouldn’t. Everything felt icy cold and my body burning hot. I curled up as much as I could, but my body wouldn’t stop shivering. [Lil--] He mindlinked again, and this time I put it through. With all the strength left in me I shouted at him: “The answer is no! I didn’t bully her and I won’t fucking apologize! You want to be her knight in shining armor and extend justice? Do your worst and keep humping! It’s not like you can last that long anyway!”

I tapped my feet on the floor, that was what I usually do wherever I found myself in a tight spot. “That's insane.” “But it doesn't provide an answer. Are we celebrating or not?” I huffed and got up and approached him and poked a finger into his broad and muscular chest. “I don't give a damn about anyone. If you want to celebrate, then fine. I'm up for it, after all I have been dying to get out of this house.” I told him, gesturing to the small apartment we both share.

He has only left me one choice, and that is to beg harder. ===========================

Our senses have only grown more acute as we aged. My sister would tell me later that she saw father call upon the gateway to the abyss. An ability HeSham bestowed upon him. A portal opened, it was a deep, immeasurable space and from within, demons and beings like the one mother had met tried to make their way out. Their tongues stretched out, curling and licking at the raindrops that fell to the ground.

To send her one would just be rude. My phone pinged and I looked down at it. She’d responded. Good. “They do slide off easily.” I bit my lip, pleased with that. Cautious, but willing to go further. Maybe. “Would you want to continue to watch that movie or would you want me to slide up between your legs and explore the hidden parts of you?” “Oh, definitely explore. My legs are open now, waiting for you.” I was more than hard in an instant. Fuck, she was ready to for this. So was I.

I simply looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying my best to look seductive. “I said, get me pregnant. Do I really have to repeat myself?” I said confidently. “Don’t worry—you won’t have to take responsibility. I just want you to make me pregnant. You look good, and I think your genes would make beautiful children.” I pouted slightly, trying to look cute. “I really need to have a child already, and I need your help. Please… I’m begging you.” I slowly stepped closer to him, but he kept backing away, his face filled with disbelief.