The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

Growing up, I always knew my parents' love had limits. As the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Ridge pack, they were always incredibly busy. At home, my twin brothers, Jaxon and Wyatt, were constantly fighting and competing, desperate to outdo each other. My parents poured every ounce of their energy into them. As for me, whenever I tried to grasp even a sliver of their attention, they would sigh impatiently, "Harper, can't you just be a little more mature?" I used to think that if I were just mature enough, they would love me a little more. Until one dinner, when Mom prepared Jaxon's favorite steak and Wyatt's favorite soup, even serving them on their own personalized tableware. When i

The boy flexed his fingers and wept into his mother's shoulder. Then a child with lungs full of winter rot, breathing easy within a minute. Then an old hunter's blinded eye, opening to the light. A barren couple — that one I hesitated on, until Wren's rasp came from the wagon window: *"The old ways, child — both of them. Blood from you, blood from him. It's a partnership or it's nothing."* I took a drop from each, pressed their hands together around it, and had the distinct pleasure of watching Darius physically remove Varo from the scene when the old warrior started weeping loudly enough to scare the horses.

"I know I deserve death but please, forgive me just this once" Gordons snickered. "You also know you deserve death, so why are you asking for forgiveness?" He brought out his pocket knife from underneath the back of his shirt as he slowly approached Montenegro. "I gave you the easiest task in the world because you urgently needed cash and yet this is how you repay me?" "I'm sorry, boss". Montenegro beseeched in-between sobs. "Yeah, I bet you are sorry". Gordons looked back to face Sparrow, preparing him for the onslaught that was going to follow. "Close your eyes". He ordered as Sparrow obeyed.

"Spill." "The northern outpost sent people to the city and gathered enough supplies to get them through the winter. They're interested in trading for additional items they need. They have approximately four hundred cans of Spam they would like to start with." I look at the faces of the men, and they match Marinah's. She blinks only once before making her decision. "I think we'll let them keep their Spam for extreme emergencies. Have them send a list of the items they're interested in and we'll negotiate. What else do you have?"

But before he could turn away, I mustered the courage to make a desperate request. "Barry, may I impose upon you for a favor?" I implored, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "Of course, anything, Talia. What do you need?" he responded, his eyes filled with genuine care. I took a deep breath, summoning my resolve. "Could you lend me some money? My mother requires urgent surgery, and we are without the means to afford it," I beseeched him, laying bare my deepest fears. Barry stood there, visibly taken aback. He had never seen me in such a vulnerable state. The weight of my request hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

The look in his eyes was of pure fear! "Thanks, we’ll be down soon." Megan responded on our behalf’s while stretching her muscles. The poor guys did not hesitate to skedaddle away at that followed by an excited Sophie. “Guys, do you perhaps have some extra toiletries that I could use? And some clothes?" I asked embarrassed that I had to ask for such things.

The squandered it all on girls, alcoholic drinks and cigarettes. They could even ask one in a mean way to treat them to lunch and woe to such who should fail to fulfill their wanton desires. In two simple words, You're dead. Caleb stood straight. "What?" he asked. Spencer shoved him backwards rather roughly. "I ask the questions here, got that waste land?!" he sneered. Caleb groaned and stayed down on the coarse ground. He didn't bother to check his knee that had already scraped and must be bleeding by then.

he nods and heads out. I see Sophia try to organize the women, children and elders of the pack, basically anyone who can’t fight; as they start to fill the room. I find a chair in the far corner and settle in it. “Please come back, please be okay, you can’t die too” I keep chanting to myself. An hour passes and finally the doors to the room open, I shoot out of my chair, I see Sophia almost flying to Dylan’s arms and he snuggles into her neck, he puts her down and announces

Sarah said trying to pacify my infuriated ego. “I didn't ask for it” I snapped back, taking a hateful look on Spiffy while he remained silent clutching his head. “He should leave now” I bellowed. “All I want is for us to have a peaceful family Bridgette, not this mess” Spiffy mumbled, his voice picking a softer tone. He brought out bundles of hard currency and dumped them in Jasmine's palm. “Let her have it when she is relaxed”, he instructed her and matched towards the door.