The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

“I… I don’t have that much money right now. Give me some time. I definitely can—” “No need,” I interrupted. “I’m afraid that after spending all your money on a dress for me, you’ll have to fight street beggars for scraps.” I never missed a chance to mock and undermine Avery.

His eyes were pleading as he hoarsely said, "I know that I've messed up, Serafina. Please forgive me. "I never had any feelings for Maya, and I've had her exiled. You're the only one I've ever loved…. and the pack needs you. "The Blight has begun infecting the pups. Only you and the pup you carry can purify it, so please… Come back with me." I snapped. "I don't love you anymore, so please don't disturb me." My words were like a sharp blade, cutting through his hypocrisy. He paled and was left speechless.

"The credits are gone! The banks are dust! The Spire is at the bottom of the ocean! There is no one left to give you a number for your life!" "Then give us our lives back!" a woman shrieked from the crowd. "I can't give you what you already have!" Xander countered. He held up the bread. "This is the only currency left. It doesn't have a Thorne lion on it. It doesn't have a Vance scale. It’s just food. And we are going to share it until we figure out how to grow more." He walked down the steps into the center of the mob. It was the most dangerous thing I had ever seen. For a moment, I thought they would tear him apart. A man stepped forward, a heavy wrench raised high, his face twisted in a s

“They bargain.” That was worse. I would have preferred claws. Claws were honest. “What do they bargain for?” Keiran asked. Spiro’s eyes returned to the road ahead. “What desperate people always offer when they want power badly enough,” Spiro replied. Silence. Then Ronan said it. “Souls,” Ronan answered.

The diamonds sparkled under the lights, breathtakingly beautiful. Damien stood behind me, carefully adjusting my veil. His movements were gentle and precise. "You must be the most beautiful bride in the world," he whispered. He pressed a tender kiss to my temple. I looked at the peaceful life reflected in the mirror, my heart calm. Finally, the nightmare was ending. Tomorrow I would become Damien's wife. "I need to take an urgent call," Damien said apologetically. "I'll be back in five minutes." "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

I broke then — really broke — crying hard, the kind of crying that made my shoulders shake. They all moved in at once, surrounding me, holding on. “It’s going to be fine,” they murmured together. Ava’s voice was soft. “Is there anything we can do? Anything at all? Did they ask for money?” I sniffed hard, trying to pull myself together. “No. Not money. They want something else… something we’re not even sure we can find. And they only gave us one hour.” “What?” Ana’s voice rose. “One hour? What the hell could they possibly want that comes with a one-hour deadline?”

For the first time since I arrived at Blackridge, I did something I never thought I would do. I dropped to my knees. The room went completely silent. Aria stared. The Blackridge Luna looked shocked. Even Deucalion froze. I didn’t care. I couldn’t care because I needed this. “Please,” I begged. He stared down at me. “What are you doing?” “Please don’t lock me up for three days.” His expression shifted. “You were just challenging my father.” “I know.” “You refused his order.” “I know.” “Then why are you begging now?”

while I stewed inside. My only friend, Amanda, or Mandy, saved the day. She turned up at the mansion, completely ignoring Carmen’s silent anger, and walked to Roman, whom she lifted into her arms and kissed. My little boys adore my friend, the daughter of a Capo, though a more powerful one, higher up in the hierarchy than my father had been.