Too Late To Beg Novels & Stories

Not a child who looked him dead in the eye, and made a bargain for his mother's life. Caelum repeated it, louder this time, so Remus and Marcus could hear it, too. "You want me? Take me. But you have to let everyone else go." The words were so simple. And so adult. They didn't belong in a five-year-old's mouth. My son... my baby who still needed me to check under the bed for shadows, who still crawled into my bed during thunderstorms, who still mispronounced spaghetti, was negotiating his own kidnapping to save my life.

"20th September. I don't think I can last three months. My body hurts everywhere. I think my release is coming sooner rather than later." "28th September. Being your son is torture. If there's a next life, I hope that we never meet." "1st October. Thanks for the 20 dollars, Mom. I can get the sleeping pills now." That was my last entry. The words were scrawled, obviously written when my stomach was screaming in pain. My mother's sobs wouldn't stop by the time she finished reading. "Jonah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, come back."

Tiptoeing. They refused to take the money I sent them, telling me to save it and buy things for Grayson's parents instead so they wouldn't look down on me. During New Year's, they wouldn't let me buy them anything. Instead, when I left, they would pack up a bunch of local specialties for me to take to his parents. Even when Grayson's parents stood them up, they didn't dare get angry. The only thing they feared was that someday, I might be the one getting hurt.

Dominic stepped in with a speed that silenced the entire room. “Don’t you dare touch her,” Dominic said in a voice so low and deadly the musicians stopped playing. Sebastien froze. His hand hung in the air like a dead bird. “This isn't ending like this,” he muttered. “You’re right,” I said, facing him down. “Tomorrow at ten, you go back to being the nobody you always were before you inherited a fortune you didn't earn. Goodbye, Sebastien. Enjoy your last night in 'your' house.”

'So, she is well aware that those who made mistakes should be punished,' I thought grimly. I tried my best to ignore the burn of humiliation as I turned to James and expressed my apology. "I'm sorry." However, Caleb held James' hand and looked displeased. "Dad, you need to go down on your knees if you want to apologize. You're not showing any sincerity at all." "Caleb, don't say that. He's your father." "They're already divorced. Mr. Benton, you're my father now." The last of my hope shriveled up and died after hearing that. Finally, I went down on my knees helplessly.

After our family road trip over the holiday, I got carsick and threw up in the car. Mommy locked me inside the car under the blazing sun. "Zoe! You know how much I hate it when things get dirty!" she screeched. "I won't let you out until you've licked all this filth clean!" I frantically wiped the vomit off the back seat. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I couldn't help it." "Shut up! You're disgusting!" Mommy covered her nose, shoved the car door open, and rushed out. Daddy quickly picked up my little brother, Timmy Yarnell, and shot me an annoyed look. "Zoe, you know how much your Mommy treasures this car, but you made it stink. Listen to her and stay in there to think about what you've done. I'll

Leo needs medical attention now. He remembered Jenna’s third birthday. Lyla had spent all morning baking a little cake, waiting patiently for him to come home to blow out the candles together. When he finally arrived hours late, it wasn't with a present for his daughter, but with Chloe and Leo in tow, having spent the entire afternoon at the marketplace buying toy horses for Leo because the boy had been feeling down. He had scoffed at Lyla’s quiet tears, calling her selfish and possessive for begrudging a poor, fatherless child a little joy.

Crystal Clarke never imagined that her biggest dream would become her greatest heartbreak. Getting a job as Jules Jordan's personal assistant should have been the beginning of her independence. Instead, working beside the billionaire CEO brings her closer to the man she's secretly admired for years. Crystal knows she shouldn't want him. But when he offers her a secret relationship without promises, she accepts, hoping she can handle the consequences. She can't. Because Crystal falls in love while Jordan insists that what they share is nothing more than a fling. So she walks away, broken and abandoned. For Crystal, he is the man who broke her heart. For Jordan, she is

I completed my internship when someone caught me kissing my boyfriend and the director, James Porter, in the parking garage. A photo appeared in the company group chat soon after. To protect my chance at becoming a permanent employee, he denied everything in front of the entire office. "The woman in the photo isn't her. She's my childhood friend." His childhood friend stepped forward and took responsibility for the office‑romance rumor. She had one condition. James Porter had to complete 100 couple challenges with her. Once they finished all of them, she would clear our names and explain the truth. James held me in his arms and comforted me. "Baby, it's only 100 things. Once we're don

The beggar's eyes shone in yellowish brilliance as his whole being fortified to fully discharge all his might and magic. "Will you grant me a wish old friend?" the beggar added as he finished preparing himself for the final battle of the war. "Say it," the man complied straightway. "Don't take revenge for us," the beggar said his request to the man which the latter took a long time to respond. The beggar was serious of his entreaty as he unblinkingly waited for the man to answer what he had wished. "Okay old friend," the man finally relented to the beggar's last wish.