Squidward Begging

After eight years of love, Liz Smith went from being the woman Zac Lincoln once saw as the love he could never forget, to someone he couldn’t wait to get rid of. She had spent three years trying to hold on, giving everything she had. But once her last bit of affection ran dry, she finally gave up and walked away. On the day they broke up, Zac sneered coldly and said, “Liz, I’ll be waiting for you to come crawling back, begging me to take you back.” But what came instead wasn’t a plea—it was news that she was getting married. Furious, he called her. “Are you done with your little game?” A deep male voice answered from the other end. “Mr. Lincoln, my fiancée is in the shower. She can’t come to the phone right now.” Zac let out a bitter laugh and hung up. He convinced himself it was just another one of Liz’s tricks—playing hard to get. It wasn’t until her wedding day, when he saw her in a white gown, holding a bouquet, walking down the aisle toward another man, that reality finally hit him. Liz had truly let him go. Like a madman, he pushed through the crowd and rushed to her. “Liz, I know I was wrong. Please don’t marry someone else. Please.” Liz lifted her dress and walked right past him. “Didn’t you say you and Xena were perfect for each other? Why are you kneeling at my wedding now, Mr. Lincoln?”

Sold to Alpha Kane as his bride in exchange for war supplies, Violet has no family to run to after he rejects her on the eve of their Wedding. He called her a whore and incompetent because she was no longer a virgin. But she had an encounter with a wolf under the auspicious red moon in the night sky. Now that she's claimed this alpha wolf at the border, they both do not know that this action would bring them closest to each other than they could ever imagine. And the mind-blowing sex in wolf form is about to change Violet's fate from being bullied to accepted and recognized by her unique Alpha blood.

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because his Omega assistant accused me of killing her pet dog out of spite. Kieran's eyes were filled with impatience and disgust. "You're supposed to be our pack's respected Luna. Why would you target an innocent Omega? Whatever harm her pet suffered, your mother will endure the same. Your mother is paying the price for your jealousy!" I fell to my knees, begging Kieran to spare my mother. But he commanded our seven-year-old son Owen to light the fire himself. My son didn't hesitate for a second as he threw the torch into the pile of wood. "That's what you get for always going against Aunt Sera!" I screamed and cried, desperately begging them to help me put out the flames. "Please, I'm begging you, take my mother to the healing center..." "Enough, Aria. Your mother is still lying in the hospital bed. That's just a training dummy. Stop putting on this pathetic act." After saying that, father and son walked away without looking back. They didn't know that it really was my mother burning in those flames. But when I finally gave up on them and left, why did they both come crawling back, begging me to return?

I was carrying his child when he threw me out. He believed his female best friend’s lies over my tears, called me unfaithful, and left me to raise our baby alone. Four years later, Only to find him back, as my new Boss. And the DNA test proved the truth, our son was always his. Now he’s on his knees, begging for forgiveness, begging to have us back. But how do I trust the man who shattered me when I needed him most? Should I forgive me? Or move on?

Learning who the countess is may be one thing. But falling in love with her brings so much more. With people begging to be part of the harem, it is only a matter of time before Wyatt discovers what is behind the enchantress known as the Countess, and why people are dying, literally, to be part of her world.

Ava Whitmore is the perfect good girl. She follows the rules, stays out of trouble and completely off-limits to boys like Kai Cooper. Kai Cooper? Tattooed. Reckless. He’s the walking red flag she was never meant to talk to. The bad boy who lived just one fence away, the one she's spent her life avoiding. Until that night happened. One step over the line she swore she’d never cross. With a broken heart and a body begging to be touched, she walks straight into the hands that know exactly how to wreck girls like her. She knows he is all shades of wrong. That he'll break her, wreck her, leave her begging for more. But she’s already crossed the line. Worst of all? She wants more. She craves more of everything she shouldn't want.

Mother-in-law: “You shall leave my daughter immediately, you’re a complete piece of trash who isn’t worthy of her.”Three days later, the son-in-law drives up in a luxurious car.Mother-in-law: “Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave my daughter.”

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog. When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation. Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North. Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late. They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar. But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me. They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery. I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all. And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness. I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever. “Ansel,” I told him coldly, “open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”

Ella believed her marriage was happy—until the night of her son’s birthday. Her husband didn’t come home, staying with his brother’s wife all night. So Ella took her son and left the country. Only then did her husband begin begging for them to come back. It was too late, wasn’t it?