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The word beg makes her still the moment it came out of my mouth. “I...I...I." “Beg." I cut her off. “You want me to touch you so badly, then fucking beg for it," I say a little bit harshly. “I...I don't know how to." She answers while staring at me pleadingly. I chuckle darkly. “Figure it out." Taking a deep breath as if to gather courage, my mates start begging. “Nathan, please, touch me. I am aching so badly and I need you..."

Dear readers, As much as I want to welcome everyone to my madness... WARNING this is a dark romance book and if you are underage I encourage you to delete my novel as I only wrote this for adults and purely for a short while escape from our reality. BABY'S POINT OF VIEW There's always a situation involving exposure to danger. It's called risk. We've known it ever since our parents died, and we were taken in by our fathers' sister, an assassin in the underworld.

v "Please let me go Inosine" she begged with puffy eyes, "I won't leave you, I will stay with you here, please I beg you" she begged but Innosine didn't adhere to any of her words, his mind is made up and be will act according to his plans.

I begged. It was unlike me, Nick Jones begged no one but I did. I begged my wife to stay with me. I missed being near her, I missed everything about her, and I was not above begging to get it.

They shouldn't make endless demands or jump to conclusions. The collective mindset of taking other people's generosity for granted slowly began to fade. As for me, I continued living a peaceful life. Sunlight filtered through the windows, making the place warm and cozy. The noise and commotion outside no longer concerned me. I was content to protect my own little corner of peace and to show kindness only to those who deserved it. Living each day on my own terms was the best ending I could have hoped for.

I was always the odd one out. The day they got married, I overheard my parents whispering in a back room. "The company needs cash. Let's marry Corinne off to that old partner of ours. It'll get us out of this hole." That "partner" was over fifty, twice divorced, with a nasty reputation. That night, I took my last five thousand dollars and fled to Sicily. Rage was the only thing I had. In that cesspool of blood and bullets, I clawed my way up.

One by one, the angels of the veil said their goodbyes. And one by one they all the angels returned to the Veil. All except seven still on bended knee. My seven. I didn’t want to deal with them now. I asked them to rise. I didn't bother to look at them or even acknowledge that they were speaking to me, so I just flew off. I needed to lie down in our bed, I mean my bed now. I needed Michael.

“ You! What did you do to my mommy?! “ Fergus' body froze when he heard a dark but cute voice. He lifted his head and saw a good-looking kid. He felt his heart pumped so hard when he realized that he was like looking in a mirror. A mini version of him! “ A-re you…..Black? “ He asked. Fergus don’t know how to feel and how to react. It seems that, his heart was longing for the child's warm embrace. ***** A/N: Hello pretty people! Hope you like this chapter. I just wanna promote my other story entitled by, " I'm The Vampire's Bed Warmer " This story is new and only available in " BabelNovel " It's also an app for readers and writers. Hope you guys can read it. Thank you and love you all(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them. They will always ask for favors but they will never have gratitude for it. They make you feel inferior and not good enough. You do not need to be good enough. You are perfect the way you are. I cannot say all but there are many other lessons to grasp from this story. Hope you loved it. And I will be much more pleased to meet you all in my next novel “Regained My LOVE (When the past hunts)” Genre: Romans The earlier novel I wrote is my first and best novel so far. I will love you, folks, to look if you have not yet.

“Do I have to beg?” Maybe she wonders why I looked so confident right now. She may be thinking that I love my woman to beg. But only for her. I want her attention. That is why; I want her to beg. God knew how much Beatrice didn’t want to be another notch on my bedpost, but if I had to beg, I would. Where I was concerned, it seemed I had no pride. “You have to tell me you want me as much as I want you.” She began to turn her head, her lips trembling. “Because you don’t know.”