Too Late To Beg Novels & Stories

"It’s late. You cannot go out there in this state." "I am leaving," I shoved my arms roughly into the my coat. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely find the pockets. "I am not going to sit here and be your pathetic little project anymore." "You are not a project," he pleaded and rushed to the front door, blocking my path. "Please Meritt, don't do this. Don’t push me away just because you are hurting. Stay here, please, I beg you. You can have the bed, I will sleep on the floor. Just stay where it is safe."

My older brother, Oliver Stewart, and I are twins, but he was born frail and sickly. My parents tell me, "Your mother lavished you with love while you were in the womb and fed you all the nutrients, so we'll now focus on giving Oliver love." And so, Oliver receives all their love since childhood. When we were young, my parents got Oliver the best education. When we become adults, my parents prepare a generous budget for his wedding and later help him raise his children too. One day, my parents—now old and frail—suddenly come looking for me. "We've gone above and beyond for Oliver, so we'll live with you from now on and make things up to you," they say to me. However, I now have a wife

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

“Ah, well... I’m a bit tired today. My stomach kind of hurts...” “Can we wait until tomorrow? When I feel better, I will come back.” Margaret tried to stall, lowering her voice to sound weak. But clearly, Cole had no intention of indulging her this time. His voice remained cold and emotionless. “You have nine and a half minutes left.” “And if you’re too tired to come back, the whole family would be more than willing to come to your home instead.” Margaret completely collapsed inside. She was really done for. With no way to avoid it, she finally agreed. After changing into something comfortable, she drove back to Rosewood Manor.

She stood looking at it for a long time, her heart climbing, her pride and her need locked in a quiet war. The phone buzzed. Once. Twice. The screen lit up in the dim room, and she saw the name before she could stop herself. Joan. The preview slid across the glass. I know what Alexa wants from you. Don't sign anything. Call me before you do. Toria stopped breathing. Sign. Sign what?

Then he looked at Kael, standing near the pantry door, who had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. To them, I was a madman trading an empire's fortune for a bucket of dirty water. Tyler thought he was unloading a dying, diseased runt who had set fire to his roof that very morning. He thought he was cheating the Great Duke of the North out of thousands of gold pieces in exchange for a girl whose veins were so dry she likely wouldn't survive the three-day journey through the high pass. "Done," Tyler said instantly, his hand slamming down onto the oak table before I could change my mind. A wide, triumphant grin split his graying beard. "She is yours, Lord Regent! Take the wretch! Riverfang s

said Nathan as if the later part of the sentence could mend my broken heart. “They can’t do this to me Nathan! It’s too early , besides It’s my life and you have to help me escape this hellhole I’m about to enter!” I pleaded with my twin brother,crying on my knees and begging him to find a way to save and help me escape.

Adam says leaning forward in his chair “Why would someone else be after her?” I ask wrapping my arms around Ria protectively “Not only her… you, they are coming for both of you” Adam says pointing at us “And who would that be?” I ask anxiously “The alpha king” Adam says clenching his fists “Why?” Ria asks confused “Because of the premonition” Adam says "What premonition?" Me and Ria ask at the same time ------- Hello Readers, this is the last chapter of Begging for Rejection, i really enjoyed writing this story as much as i enjoyed reading your comments, the next story will come out in a month maximum two and i hope you will enjoy it as well, sending you love and appreciation.

The young man immediately 'thumped,' kneeled on the ground, and begged for mercy, "Please let me go! Please! I promise I'll pay you as soon as I get the money." "Let you go? What did you say when you borrowed the money from us? And now you're begging us to let you go? Listen, it's too late! Take him away!"

I'm screaming; begging; grabbing at him, wanting him to stay. He gives me one more smile, my heart races as I sob, begging him not to leave me. Leave me alone, with no one. But to my dismay, he fades into darkness. "Please, don't go." I croak out. My voice scratchy from all the crying, tears falling down my face faster than I knew possible. As I beg one last time, "Don't go."