Squidward Begging 소설 & 이야기

“Plus, someone seems to be deliberately using my name to set them up, making them point their attention to you and me. This isn’t good for us.” “Okay, I’ve known about that a long time ago. The show should be starting right about now.” James hung up. He raised his hand and grabbed a grape. “So sweet…” he whispered. James cast a glance at the purple grapes on the plate. “The grapes in Sea City are the sweetest… Give some to Adrian. If he rejects them, he won’t be eating anything today.” His subordinate was stunned. How could he force people to eat grapes? “Excuse me, sir…? Doesn’t Mr. Seawind cook all the meals? If we don’t let him eat, would he refuse to cook?”

"I shouldn’t be drinking. You hated it when I smelled like alcohol… "Come back, yell at me if you want. Scold me. Just… just show yourself, and I swear I’ll stop drinking." His tone was almost childlike, pleading with a desperation that bordered on madness. Hearing Elias was at the bar, a group of his so-called friends arrived, bringing along a lineup of young, attractive women. The man in a burgundy shirt leaned in close to the girls and whispered, "Whoever can win over Mr. Sterling tonight won’t have to worry about living in luxury ever again.”

Sophia couldn't tell who was having more fun anymore. Janus or Adrian. For almost thirty minutes, the two of them did nothing but splash water at each other, chase one another around the pool, and invent games that only the two of them seemed to understand. "I'm the shark!" Janus shouted. "No! I'm the shark!" Adrian answered immediately. "You're the octopus, Uncle!" Adrian frowned. "Why am I the octopus?" "Because you're old!"

*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!

Shit, why am I stuttering? "I'm sorry," he uttered as he gently let go of my hand. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to mistake you for who I know." I nodded and took a deep breath. "I accept your apology; everyone makes mistakes, so I'll simply forget about what happened today, and you should do the same," I said. I could feel the strong pounding of my chest. Not only would it be easy for me to forget what happened today, but it was as if something was urging me to ask him about the woman he had mistaken me for.

"In that case, I shall not be polite. I feel the hunger of a winter wolf. I require top-grade tonic marrow every dawn and dusk. For the mid-day feast, I demand imported King Crab and sea cucumbers. Dinner must be a banquet of at least ten delicate greens. Furthermore, I require a purified bath in distilled water and fresh flower petals... they must be harvested this very day, still carrying the dew of the forest." The maid’s face paled. "This..."

Serena didn’t listen. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing near Sophie’s ear as she whispered, “It’s over for you.” Sophie’s chest tightened at the words, and her brows drew together in confusion. “What are you—” She didn’t get to finish. In the next second, Serena’s grip loosened, and her body dropped suddenly, collapsing to the floor with a sharp, controlled fall. A soft cry escaped her lips as she clutched her arm, her expression twisting into pain.

"Now you are within our barrier. You cannot go out nor use spiritual energy to disappear. I am now summoning every single Mermaid and merman here immediately!" He threatened. I knelt down immediately and began begging, "please find a way in your heart and don't do that." "Nope I must do it," he said and started making hand signals. I began to cry, "please I may act tough but I am not that tough," I admitted my weaknesses. "What would you give in exchange for sparing your life?" He asked. "Do you like ramen?" I asked.

Squinting his eyes as he scanned the young man—who was slowly inching away—from head to toe, he then yelled, “Hey you! Stop right there!” Freezing in place, the young beggar was so frightened that he immediately began trembling in fear. He was teary-eyed as he lowered his gaze before pleading, “Y-yes…? Please, sir… Could you spare me some money for food…? I beg of you…” “…Yoel?” replied Gerald in a soft voice.