Too Late To Beg Novels & Stories

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

I asked immediately. “Why?” he asked. “If I told you now that I would be taking you to the place where you would die, would you beg for your life?” I only looked at him. The thought to beg for my life crossed my mind, but no words left my lips. Our teachings told us that arrogance was the downfall of anyone. Was this what this was? Arrogance? I found that begging never got me anywhere. I’d begged Cyrus to let me return to the Convent and it never happened. I’d begged the priestesses to let me stay that night. Nothing I ever begged for happened, and I didn’t suppose it would start now.

“Candice, please don’t be mad at Kyle—it was all my fault. I fell for him one-sidedly. I’ll break things off. I won’t bother him again. Just please don’t divorce him… I’m begging you.” Tears streamed down her face. She looked utterly pitiable—so gentle, so understanding. She was actually begging for him? Kyle was stunned. Did she… actually mean it? Candice laughed inwardly. Retreat to advance? Who taught her that move? With her brain, it certainly wasn’t her own idea. “If you want something, you have to show sincerity. How about this—slap yourself a hundred times. If you can turn your face into a pig’s head, I’ll consider your request.”

She was begging with her eyes. “I don't waste my resources. I'm the perfect man for this job.” “Ah,” I strained. “Broke aren't we?” He scoffed and kept bargaining. “Fourteen.” “Still on ten.” “Dominic, don't annoy me.” I smiled, enjoying the fun. “If you beg, I might reconsider.” “Don't push your luck. I can do it with some quick cash.” “Oh, you're gonna work for it,” I reassured him.

Clyde's phone rang again. More emergency calls. He cursed under his breath, placing the phone on silent. Glancing at his wristwatch, Clyde's annoyance increased. The sun was already out, And thirty minutes had passed. Even Cora who was stalling had already reached there before him. Clyde cursed again. He shoved the phone into his pants pocket and left the balcony. As he walked out of the Inn, however, Cora's figure approached. So soon? “Why are you back?” Cora dropped her bag, taking off her sunglasses. “The engagement's over.” She smiled sweetly. “Hard luck. You missed it.”

He was always the one with the brilliant ideas. Rex was calm, leaning his back against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed. "At this point I… I'm sorry, I'm out of options. But if I was to lean to anything you both had said so far, I suggest we beg." “No pride. No strategies. No gifts. Just pure, honest begging. Only prayers to the God of mercies can solve this now. We have to throw ourselves at her feet and hope she has more grace than we deserve." "I wish it had been easier," River lamented, his voice hollow. "I wish we had just told her months ago. When we first started feeling... whatever this is."

“We’ve raised you like our own daughter for years. Now we need your help. Think of it as… repayment.” Repayment? The word cut deeper than any blade. Rendy sat beside her, silent. Too silent. Anna turned to her husband—still clinging to the wild hope that he would refuse, defend her, say anything. But his lips stayed sealed. Lusi began to cry softly. “Anna… please. I don’t want my career ruined. I’m begging you…” And finally, Rendy spoke. “For now… we need to separate. Once everything calms down, I promise… I’ll come back to you.”

the landlord explained. I nodded as if he could see me. “I know,” I replied in a breathy way. “I just…” I closed my eyes and sighed, using my free hand to run my hand through my hair in frustration before opening them again. “I’m begging you, I just need more time.” “Sorry, dear. You have until twelve. Goodbye.” He ended the call. I slowly peeled the phone from my ear and sat there, trying to process what had just happened. I placed it on the bedside and cursed under my breath.

I had to lower myself to the bottom. "Please," I whispered, my voice cracking violently as I literally began to beg her. I held my hands out, open and trembling, completely bare before her. "Just tell me what you want, Cora. Tell me what it takes to get your signature on that contract. I will sign whatever you write. I will agree to any percentage, any clause, any restriction. Just please... don't let my family's legacy die. Just tell me your price."

"One last chance. Come back begging, and I might forgive you." "Dream on!" I hung up. There was no way I'd beg him. I walked through the rain for hours, soaked to the bone, before finally returning to the apartment building.