The Spare They Came Begging For Novels & Stories

He looks at the massive steel trusses on the flatbed trucks, then back to me. "We want to work," the man blurts out, desperation bleeding into every syllable. "We can carry the steel. We can dig out the rubble. We have strong backs. We aren't asking for coin or territory. Just... please. We just want scraps. Whatever food your builders throw away, we will take it in exchange for the heavy lifting." My chest tightens so painfully I actually struggle to draw a breath. I look at these ten men, seeing the bruised knuckles and the absolute, soul-crushing humiliation of having to beg for garbage just to survive. Five years ago, that was me.

I said. He looked at me, tears in his eyes. “Please, spare me,” he begged. “A name,” I asked again, digging my fingers in. “Cane! It’s Cane!” he yelled loudly, his breathing heavy. I finally let go of his shoulder and stood. “He was annoyed you pulled off Saturn Finance and hired us to do this, so please—spare me,” the man begged, covered in blood. “You’ve told me what I need to know,” I muttered, grabbing my gun back from Rowan, who stood silently. “And it’s about time I put you out of your misery.”

“We’re back!” Jo sang loudly into the foyer. Each of us was carrying five large bags of clothes and shoes. “How much money did you spend on Maddox’s?” Spencer was just passing through when he stopped as we walked in. “Oh, you know….” Jo smiled as Spencer took our bags. “Barely put a dent in it.” “There you guys are!” Vivian came bouncing down the stairs. “Guess what?” “What?” I asked as we met her at the bottom of the stairs. She turned around as we headed up.

Even just a pack of crackers would do! UnstoppableRig: [Everyone, look! I'm actually tearing up here. He's asking for so little on purpose, so we don't feel guilty. He's protecting our pride. What a good man.] EarlyClassBlues: [Waaah, I want to have Jasper's babies! Alright then, boss, since you insist, we won't bother you anymore! We'll be waiting for you at the finish line!] Jasper was stunned speechless. He quietly closed the chat window.

The day before New Year's Eve, my wealthy parents, Mitchell Parker and Delilah Smith, and my sister, Mila Parker, finally agree to ring in the New Year with me at the amusement park. However, when I arrive there, they are nowhere to be found. When I text them, they tell me they're stuck in traffic and will be late. I wait alone there until the clock hits midnight. Then, I come across my adopted brother Leo Meyer's Instagram post. He's dressed in an expensive suit, holding the piano trophy he has just won, with Mom, Dad, and Mila gathered around him at a New Year's Eve party. The caption reads, "It's another year with my family who truly loves me." His friends start liking the post. T

"You're nothing but a lowly commoner and his slave. Why am I even wasting my time explaining anything to you? Besides, he hates you. Surely, you haven't forgotten that, have you?" I stared at her, trying to understand what exactly she wanted from me. "What do you want from me, Seraphina?" I finally asked. Just then, I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. I turned and spotted two familiar faces. Prisma and Sofia. Great. Now they're complete What do they want from me this time? Seraphina folded her arms across her chest, inspecting her fingernails. "You want to know what I want?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maya burst into laughter. “Oh, Arabella... did you have to marry some complete nobody just to secure a roof over your head after being kicked out?” Vanessa mocked, stepping closer with a patronizing smirk. “You didn't have to stoop that low. If you beg for my forgiveness, I might let you crawl back home.” I glanced around the boutique. Heads were turning, and shoppers stared at us with unconcealed disgust. My throat felt tight. “What makes you think I can't pay?” I challenged, raising my chin.

Five years into my marriage, my private investigator sent me photos while I was at a foundation gala. Adrian was supposed to be in Paris closing an acquisition. But the photos showed his private jet parked in Aspen. He was walking down the stairs with his arm around a young dancer everyone had been talking about. I looked through them all and forwarded them to my lawyer without making a fuss. [He's broken Clause Seven again.] Adrian had added that clause himself before the wedding, back when we were still in love. For each act of infidelity during our marriage, I could choose one of his personal assets. The first time, I took the penthouse in Tribeca. After that came a winery in Napa, a priv

Indra said. “Magnificent! It means we’ll face so many fights, right? Then, I willingly join you guys!” Katon exclaimed zealously. "A weeb, a playboy, and now we have a psychopath. Fuck my life." Koji sighed in his mind. They heard a sob out of the blue. They approached the source and found a fat guy and a skinny guy. “Please give us some mercy!” The fat guy begged them. “We’ll do anything you say, so please forgive us!” The skinny guy begged them.

"Don't you want to live?" "Yes, sir. Please don't kill me. I beg you. Please." "Then cut his dick off, I will spare you." Damian whispered pointing the other guy which made the both of them to tremble in fear. "Please, sir spare me. I will leave this city please spare us." The guy who was pointed begged by clutching onto Damian's legs for mercy but Damian's gaze was stuck upon the guy whom he offered. "Well, do or die." " I-I, sir I just, ple-"