The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

Spikes who'd only held as much as a goat, "careful, hold it there, y - yeah, there you go! You're a natural." Two hours later, they were ready. Mrs. Spikes brought out an old, brown dusty bag - just the right size, where they kept the Akdal Ghost TR01 and AGM-1 Carbine. Mrs. Spikes slunk the bag over her shoulder, Amaya couldn't go with her bike so she kept it in Mrs. Spikes hut and off they went, walking. "They broke Ol Jack's pappy's arrow," Mrs. Spikes said sadly, "he 'n' me husband been friends since they were five now they both gone," tears filled her eyes.

Sparrow stuck some fingers into his mouth, issued a shrill whistle, and was almost immediately rewarded. Two figures, both dressed in loose-fitting shirts, knee-length trousers, and worn looking sandals, separated themselves from the relative darkness and trotted forward. Both were tall, slender, and possessed of wide-set eyes. The corporal said, "Galab wanaqsan", something about "Shan credits", and money changed hands. One of the men, a toothless oldster, sported a wicked-looking knife. He waited for his companion to place a ninety-pound duffel bag on one of his frail-looking shoulders, grinned happily, and nodded his readiness.

"We're willing to comply and obey your every order. Please spare our lives, sir." "Don't kill us. We'll agree to anything. You call the shots here, sir." "Please spare our lives, sir." Griffin and the others started to beg as their last resort. They hoped to be forgiven, and for their lives to be spared. They felt like drowning victims hanging on to the last straw. They knew it would not save them, but they still fought hard to hang on. Wilbur chuckled and beckoned at Demi, Bayer, Grant, and Nora.

Caleb asked with concern. The kid’s parents both sighed. “We’ll see what he would want to do. Though we would worry, we’ll support him.” Alice replied, taking a sip of water. Her throat suddenly feels dry, imagining her child’s future. “So, Clyde would be the next Alpha?” Caleb wanted confirmation. “Yes.” Conrad replied with a nod. “Huh, you don’t have a spare yet?” Caleb raised an eyebrow. He used to be the spare. His brother’s lip twitched before looking at his mate. They’ve been wanting another child, but not for that reason. Alice warmly smiled at them.

Both seemed engrossed in the conversation they were having and didn't notice my presence. "Please... help me!" My voice cracked out, getting their attention, and they turned their heads towards me. "Who goes there?" one of the men asked, and I stepped forward into the light. "Pl-please, spare me water and food," I begged, and the other man with a scar on his right cheek snickered. "Get lost, here is not a charity home," he scoffed. "Please... help! Even if it's ju-just water," I pleaded hoarsely, feeling my throat get dry beyond limit.

I asked, trying to keep my cool. “I'm sorry, Madam. I didn't realize until now,” she said, lowering her head. A wave of fear and panic washed over me. No oranges meant no fresh orange juice, and no fresh orange juice meant trouble. Big trouble. My mother-in-law never eats a meal without her favorite juice. Oh, God. I'm finished! “Quick!” I ordered, taking wads of cash out of my dress pocket, and handing it to Arya. “Take this money, go to the fruit market and buy some oranges.”

Caspian set down his goblet and surveyed the room, his voice echoing through the vast hall: "This is your last chance to contact the outside world. Make a call to your kin or your loved ones." "Once you enter the core laboratory, you'll be immersed in a hundred years of research stasis and pharmaceutical trials. If you want to back out, now is the time." The soft sounds of dialing filled the room, interspersed with stifled sobs. I sat still for a long time before finally taking out my phone and opening a social media account I hadn't touched in ages.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

Bent Over by the Demon Lord Chapter 1 They sent me as tribute. That was the word the village elders used—tribute. A softer way of saying sacrifice. The Demon Lord of the Black Spire had demanded a living offering in exchange for sparing our lands another season of raids. I was twenty, unclaimed, and the only one with enough latent magic in my blood to satisfy the terms. So they dressed me in white, bound my wrists with silver-threaded rope, and delivered me to the foot of the mountain like livestock.

"Did I give you permission to leave? Do you really believe that you can just slip away after dragging my name through the mud? "I'm willing to be the bigger person and let you go, but you have to grovel for my forgiveness first. You can forget about leaving if you don't." Bianca's admirers immediately surrounded me upon hearing her words. "Didn't you hear Bianca? Hurry and beg for her forgiveness!" "You should get on your knees right now if you know what's good for you. Don't blame us for being rough with you if you don't." The corners of my lips twitched up into a smile as I swept my gaze over them. I pulled out a can of pepper spray from my bag and sprayed it at one of the male students wh