The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

He bowed low and spoke in a scratchy voice. "Great one, I can sense the immense power you carry," the demon beggar said humbly. "I am just a poor old demon trying to survive. Would you be willing to spare a few power stones to help strengthen my old bones? Just a small amount would make such a difference to someone as weak as me." Vyrelen stopped walking and looked down at the demon beggar for a long moment, studying him carefully with those dark eyes. The Nightweavers all stopped behind him, waiting silently for his command. And then Vyrelen spoke, and his words were completely unexpected.

“Really? You think so?” Jared just simply smiled as he took out three vials. He dropped to his knees and poured them into a pile. “Spider, Spider gather around. Walk into my trap and speak the truth. Nothing is done until all is said.” Jared ends the short spell. He watched as Petey fought the urge to vomit every answer he could think of. “Now where were we. Why are you here?” Demanded Sage. “Why are we here? That’s really cliché. You should ask why we are trying to kill you. Or what we all happen to be looking for.” The demon Petey smirked as he answered.

he ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion. “No!” I cried, falling to my knees. I clasped my hands together, my tears streaming down my face. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything. Just let me go!” Jasper crouched in front of me, his face mere inches from mine. His eyes glinted with malice as he spoke, his voice low and mocking. “You think begging will save you? Do you know where you are? You’re in hell, sweetheart, and there’s no escape.”

“Well in that case are you ready to leave? I have a shift in twenty.” I can tell she wants to say more but holds her tongue. Her long legs eat up the distance to the door and I give Spade a chin lift on my way out. My phone rings as we get to my bike and Quinn starts putting her riding gear on as I slip it out of my front jean pocket. “Yo, Prez, what's up?” “I need you all back here now, round up whoever is with you, it's about Beggar.” He ends the call and my fever must spike to a hundred degrees to the way I'm feeling now.

"Lark's never this chatty. He must really like you—trying to bond." Lark rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish. "You're sweet—of course I like you. Always wanted a little sister. You should've brought Maria here sooner. I missed a ton of years—I'm making up for it. Big brother duty." We all cracked up. After a full day of rides and junk food, we were headed home when I caught a weird look on Lark's face—and then saw the bags. Luxury jewelry sets. Multiple. Worth a fortune.

he says chuckling. “What’s funny?” I ask. “Does your mother always talk to herself?” he asks. “Yes.” “She’s apparently not happy with the lack of supplies in our hospital.” “I tried to tell her that no one comes to the hospital,” I murmur. “Well, they’re coming now, so you’d better make sure you have what we need. Jasper and Brogan attacked again, probably thinking we were weak from the silver. They got quite a surprise when they realized we’re all at full strength again, thanks to you.”

A chilling hush fell over the dim alley. Six desperate men surrounded me, their pathetic bravado clashing with the stench of decay around us. “Little sister, Shaw’s already set you up—with us, too.” One snarled. “Warehouse is just ahead. Nobody goes near—do whatever you want!” urged another, greedy eyes glinting. Shaw grinned like a wolf. “Take your time, brothers—but don’t kill her. Bonus if we stay quiet.”

Now it just reminded me of how easily he had discarded me when I was the vulnerable one. I replied, my tone softer than I intended: "Actually, seeing you this miserable makes me feel pretty bad too." Derek's eyes brightened immediately, hope rekindling. Tyler looked at me with excitement, wiping his tears with his sleeve. Ethan pulled at my arm, his grip urgent, afraid I might forgive them. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. I calmly continued: "How about this—give me half of your pack's territory to make me feel better." Derek looked as if his soul had been ripped out, the hope in his eyes dying as quickly as it had appeared. He said bitterly: "If you'll come back to me, I'll give you everyt

I wanted nothing to do with the man. “Bet she thought she was special. Thought she was going to be his queen or some shit. Dumb bitch. She latched on to him after she lost her little palace but turned out to be a warm hole he just kept wound until he got bored.” “Lorenzo had his fun and now, she’s just a leftover,” another one agreed. “I bet she begged him to keep her and he still threw her out.” Their laughter grew louder, crueler, and bounced off the walls.

An abandoned garage. A heavy, scarred man loomed over me. He wore a dirty leather jacket and a cruel sneer. He tapped a hunting knife against his palm. "Wake up, princess," the Kidnapper growled. "Time to call your Mafia husband. Tell Ellis Winston to pay one million dollars, or we start mailing him pieces of you." I kept my spine straight. I forced my voice to stay dead flat. "He won't pay a dime for me. Let me go right now. When my uncle arrives, I will give you double."