Novel & Cerita Try Begging Me Novel

The heavy doors swung shut, sealing away the chaos, the rage, and the weeping. Outside the courthouse, the bright sun warmed my face. Six years ago, I stood beside Edmund and Rosalie, a ghost. I watched them laugh, but I couldn't get a word in. The day I ran from New York with five grand in my pocket, I was a stray dog with no future and nowhere to go. Nobody gave a damn. Four years ago, I took my first dock. I was desperate for someone to be proud, but to my family, I was still nothing. My celebration? A bowl of instant noodles, all by myself.

Turned out the cover was totally different from the book. He had more than one girlfriend. How ironic. “Good morning, Luna.” The maid servant from yesterday walked inside, holding a large transparent bag. Inside the bag was the dress I would be wearing this evening. For the ceremony. The thought about that event somehow unsettled me, bringing a foreboding feeling of discomfort. I shoved it aside, reminding myself of the reason why I was doing this. Nobody said there wouldn't be obstacles. And Draco and I were not even friends for him to make things easy for me.

He was once a young pup who swore his life to me, but now he rides another woman just to make me beg. I was a rogue. WE, were once, rogues. He had only his mother. I didn’t even have that. The Lady brought up the two of us, living in a shabby old cabin. Life was hard back then, and winter was harder. But those days were sweeter than any. Then, all of a sudden, he became the Alpha’s son. Then he became best friends with the beta’s daughter and her gang. And then I was here, crawling on the staircase, alone.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

I gently went down, hugging my knees to my chest as I fought the avidity to burst out crying. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. Yes! Johnson was finally home. I raked my hands through my hair trying to brush it off. I let out a heavy sigh before standing up. I cracked the door open and there he was, standing, looking exhausted. “Won't you let me in, love?” he asked, trying to be romantic. I snapped my head before moving, allowing him to walk past me. “Johnson, why are you quite stubborn? Huh? I told you I didn't want Zara near me, but you didn't listen,” I said with my hoarse voice.

He reached for my hand. This time. I didn’t pull away immediately. “I know I don’t deserve another chance.” His voice shook. “But give me one.” “Just one.” “I’ll spend every day earning back your trust.” I stared into his eyes. For the first time in days. I saw desperation instead of excuses. He wasn’t defending himself anymore. He was pleading. “I want to take you somewhere.” I frowned. “What?” “A date.” I blinked. “A date?” “We haven’t spent time together in weeks.” His lips curved into a sad smile. “Let me remind you why we fell in love.”

"Does the past not count for anything? Have you forgotten everything we have been through together? All the promises we made?" "We are way past being dramatic," I said flatly. "Your pity performance is not going to move me." "Why can you not give me just one more chance?" His voice rose. "Just one." "You want one more chance?" He nodded eagerly. "Yes. Please. Just one." I sighed. "Fine. Give me back my baby and I will give you another chance." He stared at me. "What?" "You heard me. Bring back my child. The one who died because you chose your mistress over us. Do that and I will consider forgiving you."

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his cheek, his posture one of pathetic desperation, his voice shaking with despair. "Now, I'm clean. Can you... can you forgive me, just a little?"

That single sentence was practically a death sentence to Luca and Sally. The two of them kneeled on the floor in despair, unwilling to be removed from our family. They begged by prostrating themselves and pounding their heads against the ground incessantly until blood streamed down their foreheads. They didn't dare to stop, knowing that they needed our mercy more than anything. But the moment they chose to harm me, they had already pushed themselves to the point of no return. Any wish for leniency was nothing more than their own delusion. Grandma, who had once doted on them, trembled as she stepped forward to plead on their behalf. "They've already learned their lesson. Why don't we…"