Past Tense Of Beg

Warning: This story contains a lot of explicit violence, foul language, and gore scenes, which are strictly not for readers under 18. She swore to kill him. He vowed to make her beg for him. Sylvara Swiftfang only had one mission: avenge her parents’ murder by destroying Darius Ashfang, the ruthless Alpha mafia lord who tore her family apart. But when she runs from a forced marriage, fate delivers her straight into his hands. He doesn’t kill her. He doesn’t cage her. Instead, he offers a game: Seven months. She swears she’ll end his life. He swears she’ll never live without him. As passion tangles with vengeance, Sylvara must choose, betray her heart or surrender to the one man she was born to hate. But in a world of blood oaths, pack wars, and deadly secrets, love could be the most dangerous gamble of all.

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don’t know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won’t.* *Fingers, tongues, and c*cks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ “Spread wider, Angel,” Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. “Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. “Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn’t matter how hard I pound—she’ll still take more. She’s fucking built for it. Our c*cks.” I begged desperately— clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this— three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. ZIVEN. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. ZAREK. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. ZANE. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they’re my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking… I’ll have to choose between revenge—and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

After his first love returns, Yvan Jenkins asks Yuna Feron for divorce. Yuna knows very well that she doesn’t have his heart, so she resolutely agrees. Unexpectedly, someone is determined to kill her and nearly succeeds in taking her life. Seven years later, Yuna returns. Yvan says, “You’re not dead!” Yuna smiles. “Mr. Jenkins, if you want to collaborate, you must beg me for forgiveness over what happened in the past.” Later on, Yvan finds out about the existence of their children. He asks Yuna about them, only for Yuna to comment, “Mr. Jenkins, shamelessness is a condition that needs to be treated.” The second she turns away, Yuna pats her chest in relief, scared out of her wits that he’d steal her children away. Yet, later, Yvan cages her in his arms and says, “Yuna, not only do I want the children, but I want you too.”

Hailey George's family favored her younger sister, Agnes, including her husband Nikolai Coke. Hailey was rejected and even blamed for her sister's misfortune. Nikolai even wants to divorce her to marry her sister. Hailey agreed but drugged Nikolai to have sex with her for the last time, wishing that he would remember her after she was gone. But what she didn't expect was that her condition would only worsen, even to the point of death.... Hailey was given a second chance to live. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a true Royal King and Queen, and a reflection of herself on the mirror. "This time, no one will cheat my fate anymore!" She muttered. "My husband will come back begging at my feet, he will come back trying to make it up to me. He will come to beg for forgiveness" She continued, to which she added, "But I will only forgive him if he...drown and die"

“You’re nothing but a gold digger and a lying piece of trash,” Aaron’s voice was icy, his newly healed eyes glaring at Sofia. “Get out of my life.” Forced to marry Aaron after her sister Chloe abandoned him, Sofia devoted herself to the blind heir, only to be betrayed when Chloe returned pretending to be his wife after Aaron’s surgery made him a billionaire CEO. Branded a liar, Sofia was thrown out with nothing but heartbreak—and a secret: she was carrying Aaron’s child. Years later, the timid woman Aaron cast aside is gone. Sofia returns as a fierce, confident woman with wealth, power, and a plan. She’s not here to beg for forgiveness—she’s here to take back the right that was stolen from her twins. The ex-wife everyone underestimated is back, and this time, she’s playing to win. But will revenge be enough, or will old flames spark in the heat of battle?

Money, power, and fame may not be everything in a person's lifetime, but if you want to possess everything, those are the necessities. The girl asked, "What about love?" The man smirked and mockingly replied, "Love? It's the cheapest thing, only those who are lowly and contemptible believe in something called 'love'." Speaking of "love" as well, the man knelt at the feet of the other girl, tears streaming down his handsome face. He pleaded, his voice trembling, looking up at the girl and said, "I beg you... you can beat me, you can kill me however you want... but please don't abandon me, don't abandon our child... I love you, Verity, I love you..." The girl, named Verity, gazed down with misty eyes and said, "Noah, you're absolutely right... love is indeed the cheapest thing in the world. It's thanks to you that I've come to understand this 'truth'."

He’s my dad’s best friend. Twice my age and Off-limits in every possible way. But when I walked into his mansion at midnight, dressed to tease, I knew I wouldn’t leave untouched. Veeraj Kapoor doesn’t play nice. He’s ruthless, dominant, and filthy with his words. One night, he ruined my virginity and now, he makes me count every thrust, beg for permission to come, and thank him for using me. I should hate it, I should run. Instead, I spread my legs wider. Because the truth is.. I love the way he degrades me. I crave the way he owns me and I know this isn’t just lust-this is obsession. But how long before my father finds out his best friend is turning me into a desperate little slut behind closed doors?

I'm lying here, my body burning from within as the wolfsbane spreads through my veins. Meanwhile, my Alpha mate, Ryan, is giving the antidote I discovered to his childhood sweetheart, Vivian. With what little strength remains, I beg him to spare just a portion of the cure—enough to keep me alive for a few more days while I search for another remedy. Ryan doesn't even glance my way. He snarls, "I can't believe you're faking illness when Vivian is fighting for her life! Control your jealousy before I lose all respect for you!" Under his command, I'm confined to my quarters to "contemplate my sins." In the end, the wolfsbane consumes me completely. When Ryan discovers what he's done, he digs my grave with his own hands, howling with regret that comes too late.

After her husband found her in bed with his brother, Adrea’s world shattered in an instant. Rafael asked questions, yes — but he didn’t stay to listen. He opened their marriage and moved on, with another woman in his bed and no apologies. Left reeling, Adrea refused to beg for what should have been obvious. She had her pride. And when a charismatic old friend, Aris, stepped back into her life, offering comfort and something dangerously close to love, she complied with the terms her husband had set — and let herself be with him. But just as her heart began to settle, Rafael uncovered the truth: his brother had set them both up, and the wife he condemned was innocent all along. Now he wants her back. But after everything he’s done, does Adrea still have room in her heart for the man who walked away?

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.