They Bet On Me Begging I Left With Everything Novels & Stories

Was I really going to beg the worker I paid? What was I saying? He was standing there doing just that! Maybe they'd give me some of my money back but it seems like he very much could. So of course I would. I would beg Jay for as long as he wanted till he gave me what I wanted. “Please,” I drawled. “I'm fucking begging you, please.” He didn’t move, and it made a wave of desperation wash over me. For the first time that evening, I saw a real possibility of not cumming and it echoed in my brain like a gong.

The sunny,carefree look was gone—replaced by something cold and sharp. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.The door slammed shut behind us. "Don't follow us in." The Betas exchanged glances but conceded."Fine." "Daisy,did you come to call me for breakfast?"Without the Betas around,Austin's brightness snapped right back. "No.I came to say goodbye." His voice shot up several notches."Where are you going?" I told him about the résumés I'd sent out,the interview I'd landed. "This place is wonderful,but that day on the mountain,you said every day is a fresh start—full of possibility and new life.I want that for myself too.I don't want any regrets."

“I won't ask you to trust me blindly.” He reached into his pocket and placed his phone on her desk. “Go through it.” Mia looked at him. “What?” “Messages. Emails. Accounts. Everything.” “Ryan…” “If you find anything that proves I lied to you, I'll walk away.” She stared at the phone. “You don't have to do this.” “I do.” He pushed the phone closer. “Because I don't want to win you by asking you to ignore your doubts.” Mia's eyes filled with tears.

I've just booked a restaurant for my seventh wedding anniversary with my wife, Melanie Rowland, when several lines of text suddenly appear across my vision. "Would you like to take part in a loyalty test? "We'll randomly give your wife a system. If she tells you about it, you win, and the two of you will receive one million dollars." After seven years of marriage, I have no doubt Melanie loves me. As far as I'm concerned, that million dollars is already in the bag. Still, I'm curious enough to ask one question. "What if we lose?" "If you lose, it proves your marriage has failed. In return, you'll receive a mystery prize big enough to let you start your life over. "The price of partici

At our joint engagement party, my best friend and I both left with rings on our fingers. Sabrina Vale was marrying Luca Marino, the boy I’d loved for ten years. I was marrying Adrian Calloway, the man every society columnist in New York swore was obsessed with me. When it was my turn to make a toast, Sabrina brought up an old bet and grinned at the crowd. “Let’s see whether our princess already has her fiancé on a leash.” The guests started chanting for Adrian to smear engagement cake across my face. His hand stalled. For one stupid second, I thought he’d put the plate down and stand beside me like he always promised he would. Then Luca asked if Adrian was whipped before the wedding had even

My girlfriend, Eliana Hodson, and my so-called best friend, Austin Brock, had this thing for bets. And somehow, I was always the joke. They'd bet on how long I'd wait for them, which puddle I'd slip in when it rained, even whether the crazy-hot pepper Austin snuck into my food would make my nose run. Then Austin went overseas. Eliana and I got married, and I figured their stupid little game was finally over. Yeah. Nope. One night, I was working at a fancy lounge when I walked in on a group playing a betting game called Time Bomb. I set down their drinks just as I heard Eliana. "I lost." Her friends started yelling. "A bet's a bet! Pick a guy and dance with him!" Then Eliana—my wife

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

Others look away, embarrassed. I feel my legs give way. But I do not leave. I step closer. I reach my hand toward him. Like a beggar. Like a woman without pride. "Please… don't do this to me… Not here… Not like this. I can change, I swear. I can… I can be better, different… Please, don't leave me." He looks at me, disgusted. Not even angry. Just… extinguished. "Gracias, do you realize what you're doing? Look at yourself. You're begging in front of everyone. It's pathetic."

I was nothing but the goods in that deal, weighed, placed, dealt with. I cut the link. Then, against the wall, inch by inch, I pulled myself up. My legs shook, my left hand useless. The moment I stood straight, my vision went black for a long while. I'd cried. I'd believed. I'd been a fool. I'd grovelled. Elara Hale had lost every last bit of her dignity over these three years. So let it end here. In two weeks I'd marry north. I would walk into that wedding standing straight, as if I'd never loved a single wolf.

“Let people call you my weakness but just the thought of losing you or getting separated from you makes me lose my mind.” “You will never lose me.”, I muttered. “I promise that I will never leave your side, no matter what.” “And what if you leave without telling me anything?” “Then….then ask me to repay those 5 Million which you have paid for me.”, I joked, knowing that there was no way in my life I could earn that much money. So, there was no way I could leave him.