The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

Her mouth watered at the sight and smell of them. “These look delicious.” Racheal said, leaning down to get a better look at them. “See if they taste delicious.” Her mother tore the film off a platter and turned the meal onto a plate. “Thank you.” Racheal smiled as she took it. “Join me.” Her mother nodded, and made a plate for herself. “Your plan worked.”’ Her mother said some minutes into their eating. “What plan?” “Spencer placed a bounty on all the Sanders' heads. They have fled the country.”

Mabel assumed I was scared because I wasn't responding. She pulled a thick stack of dark green bills from her purse with a smug smile. "This is ten thousand dollars. Take a good look. Ten grand. That's probably a few months' worth of your salary. "All you have to do is get down on your knees, bark like a dog, and say you're my pet. This money will be yours. But if you refuse? Well… you might need it for your medical bills."

"Apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Garner, I’m late," Bennett said, his voice calm despite his disheveled appearance. Before he could explain, Vivian let out a sharp gasp. “A beggar? Sylvia, are you seriously planning to marry a beggar?” Her voice was so loud that everyone in the room turned to look, hearing her words crystal clear. Nathaniel, growing irritated, added, “Sylvia, even if you’re doing this just to provoke me, bringing in a beggar as your stand-in is ridiculous. Do you really think this is funny?”

Was that why he was brazen enough to challenge the Webers? "We're only following orders. Please spare our lives. We won't ever offend you again." One of them immediately changed his tune. "Didn't you just say you wanted to kill me? What's wrong? Scared?" Chase said sarcastically. "You… You… We're just lackeys. Please spare our lives!" Both of them banged their heads on the ground continuously as they begged pitifully. Chase stared coolly at them and turned away. He was not bothered to look at them again.

By the time we reached the outskirts, my hands were still trembling, but not from fear, from the rush, from the need to move, to do something. We found a temporary base in an old mechanic shop that hadn’t seen a car in years. Rusted tools hung like trophies on the walls, dust thick enough to write on. Grayson swept for bugs while Lucas went straight to the breaker box and rewired the power like it was muscle memory. I just paced and my thoughts were running faster than my mouth could keep up with.

"Tommy said my clothes smell like the thrift store." That night, I signed up for extra healing shifts. Started taking emergency calls in the middle of the night. Anything to earn more money. Derek's pride wouldn't let him stop trying to build his business empire. But someone had to make sure our son had food on his plate and clothes that didn't make him a target for bullies. Month after month, I worked myself to exhaustion. Healing other pack members' children while barely seeing my own. But slowly, things got better. My reputation as a healer grew. The emergency calls paid well. Eventually, I was made Head Healer, and the money finally started flowing.

Since he lacked proper immigration documents, he couldn't become an official Northern Shadow Pack member, so he could only do basic labor. Washing dishes. Watching his hands develop more and more frostbite, becoming increasingly difficult to bend, I repeatedly tried to persuade him. I told him I no longer loved him and urged him to go home. But he seemed to live in a fantasy, his face glowing with sweetness: "I know you're looking out for me. It's okay, I don't find it hard. I need to keep fighting! My dad only has one son—he'll definitely give in eventually. Then you'll come back to Stormfang Pack with me. We'll be the perfect Alpha pair, and I'll transfer all my assets to your name. How do

The silence stretches, tight as a piano wire. "Take me with you." My eyes fly open. I can't help it. The shock is too great. Spadino is hovering over me, his face inches from mine. He looks deranged. He looks terrified. He looks hopeful. "I know you're leaving," he says, his eyes locking onto mine, burning with a desperate intensity. "I know you found a way out. The cracks in the wall... you found them." He grips my shirt. "Take me," he begs. "I hate it here. I hate the quiet. I hate the wedding. I hate them."

"You threw everything up earlier. You're running on empty, Sparky." Before Leela could even formulate a response, two enthusiastic voices piped up from the wooden wagon a few feet away. Caspian and Briar, having completely zeroed in on the absolute most important word in their parents' conversation, simultaneously threw their hands in the air. "Food!" Caspian yelled happily. "Food!" Briar echoed. Fennigan’s chest rumbled against Leela’s back as he let out a loud, booming laugh. The heavy, suffocating darkness of the study and the looming war completely evaporated in the face of his toddlers' demands. He pressed one last kiss to Leela's cheek.

“The question is, is all this fuss worth it?” “You’re the only one who can answer that, ma’am.” I chuckled. “Well, I hope so because my life is on the line here.” When Wave went silent, I realized we weren’t alone anymore. I turned around. Spade was still sleepy, rubbing his eyes, messy head, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that he must have brought with him. “Don’t stop on my account.” He came to kiss me on the temple. ”Morning, princess, Wave.”