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“Did you like those men touching you?” “No,” I whimpered, trembling. “Please. Please,” “What are you begging for, pet?” he mocked, delivering another spank to my ass, this time a little too close to my pussy. “Make it clear.” “Make me cum. Please make me cum!” I was way beyond redemption. I just needed those fingers back in my pussy. “You crave release?” He chuckled. “Yes, yes please.” “You know what sluts do when they want something? They beg. Get on your knees and beg, my pet.”

However, I implore you greatly not to dump the book because of him, be patient and watch him beg me and you for forgiveness, watch him grovel down for our acceptance. The storyline is one of a kind I can assure you. The hint I can give about it is that you won’t regret giving this novel a chance if you’re currently giving it a chance. I have the most beautiful thing plotted out for you. That should be all. I’d also like to inform you that English is not my first language, Incase my grammatical skills acts as the trigger that wants you to put my book down. I’m heavily working on improving myself, and although the writing of this book might start out shabby for you. Best believe it got better.

he said as he violently let go of my cheek. My body was so weak because of the fear of what they could do to me. I'm not sure, and I'm perplexed by what they said because I've never committed a major sin, particularly against them. I have nothing to do now but cry and show that I am a very weak woman. I'm not a strong woman. Yes, I am brave but not in this situation.

Kyle shouts, and I jump when right above my head, there's a banging sound. I slowly rise to my feet, quickly wiping away any evident tear stains, before turning to face them. Beverley's eyes are all puffy and red, much like mine. " What's so special about you huh? .......What is it that makes people always want to save you. What is it that made my mother love you and reject me huh?! - What?!" She throws the journal against the glass. " Beverley -" " No. You've taken everything from me. Everything I deserve. My mother's love, the chance to have a family, Roman's love. I should have that, not you, you are ungrateful and selfish. You always want more when you had everything. "

On New Year’s Eve, I humbled myself and called everyone I could think of, begging to get a loan. However, every call ended with them either rejecting the call outright or scolding me for bringing bad luck during the holiday. Amid the endless sound of the fireworks, my grandma closed her eyes, and just like that, I was the only one left. At the thought of her pale face, my heart felt like it was being sliced apart. My eyes reddened instantly. I didn’t take the box of caviar he had brought. Instead, I said, “Hudson, we–”

Every bed was made and untouched, and the silence had the specific quality of a place that had been abandoned in order rather than fled from in panic. I walked through it alone, checking each room the way I checked them in life, making the count. Everything in its place. Everyone was gone. Illara was barely alive with a strange-looking dagger lodged in her chest while she begged me to forgive her for making such a terrible mistake. I woke before dawn with the dream still on me, that particular heaviness, and I lay in the dark and listened to the settlement breathe around me and thought about Dahlia's child with the too-fast heartbeat and the healer who wouldn't finish her sentences.

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh

I said to myself. I looked up to see who carried it and saw that it was Greg, my Greg, smiling and grinning as he waved at me, I didn't know when I dropped the bag and ran right into his open arms. As I closed my eyes, I saw my own Fairy tale unfolds in front of me. The beginning of my happy ever after. My prince charming is not a prince, he's a king and I, Pearl Adams is the queen!. THE END ////////// Hi everyone, let me officially introduce myself to my readers. I’m Anastasia and my penname is Alphabetical B on Goodnovel. I’m also an author on Plopnow, it’s a kind of interactive app.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

I wiped my nose on his shirt and gripped it so tight that it got wrinkled. We stayed in the same position for few minutes. "Emilia I am afraid, I will have to take my leave now." He said. There is no way that I am going to let him go. "Please. Please Adriano. Don't do this. I promise you I will never ever upset you again. Please please forgive me for the last time please." I begged him. "I have never asked you for anything ever, but I am asking now. Please let me out of here. Please don't decline my request, I beg you. " I cried over his chest.