Your Majesty Please Spare Me This Time Novels & Stories

"Baby girl, time isn’t on your side—you should know that." I stood up, forcefully wiping my tears away. “You just have seven hours left to save your son's life, Myla.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper. “ Do this simple thing, and I’ll tell Sophia to release them. It's a promise.”

I swing my gaze back to Kymon and plead, " Please, please have mercy." But I realize I'm begging a spineless monster.

The maiden’s pain all experienced before this very moment, now blessed to live a life of happiness, only happiness. The sounds of the steady beat of the clock become louder, as I stare at my reflection, they begin to slow, their pace no longer regular. Then they stop. “What is happening?” I look around and to the clock which seems stuck in this moment. A light appears below my wardrobe door and it opens. “Great Mother.” I whisper. “My primrose. The beauty of our line shines through you.” “Thank you, Great Mother.” “We are safe here for only a moment in time. I cannot freeze time indefinitely. We can only slip through the small spaces of time for so long.”

I close my eyes as my heart fulls with pride and happiness Thank you Kendra Are the last words I say to my saviour. The end

It wasn't anything I expected it was. I gave you time. And now your time is over. You can't escape from me anymore. A

said king Damien with an ominous aura . " I beg of your majesty to spare our lives . Please ! I am begging you . I will punish her severely when we get home . Please , your majesty ! " said the nobleman trembling with his face turning pale . " Too late , don't you think ? " said king Damien with a smirk .

Vincent exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, his voice softening: "Majori, can you stop being so stubborn? I'm exhausted. Let's not make this more complicated. Please, be good, okay? Hate me if you want, but stop being so reckless. Think about your own well-being." Each word was tinged with a mix of anger and helplessness, as if, in front of the woman he loved, Vincent could only bow low and humble himself. My heart wavered once more. I didn't want our story to take this turn. I had vowed long ago never to return to him, much less live dependent on him. "Your Majesty, you must understand our current positions. My life has nothing to do with you, and I've done nothing to burden you. I reje

Is this the same man that would like to cut her head off if she didn't teach his son for a day that is letting her have a day off? 'Jacob and Katherine deserve a good time after their hard work and so do you.' She blinked at him and almost tripped on a stone. Was he serious? Well, for whatever reason it might be for him to begin to soften towards her, she would enjoy tomorrow, beside it might never happen again. She looked at him. 'Master, I will like to ask.' He stopped as he turned to her. 'Call me William, you are not my slave.' She only nodded her head and continued what she was saying.

My heart was still beating. Thump. It was steady and strong. This time, I could finally live for myself. That evening, I returned to my apartment. Using part of the compensation money, I'd rented a small apartment near school. I sat at my desk and opened my journal. I flipped to the first page. The original entry was still there. [Ability: By touching someone's skin, I can see visions of that person's future (three to five seconds, fragmented). Cost: Every use causes a nosebleed and short-term memory loss. I must record every vision, or I'll forget it.]

I turn it over. *Maya, please. I'm begging you. Just talk to me. Five minutes. Let me explain.* And then, two minutes later, because he never quite stops: *I know I don't deserve anything right now. I know you have every reason not to pick up. But I need you to know I love you. That's not what you think it was. Please.* I read it twice. The please at the end is what undoes me — not a demand, not even a real sentence, just a single word sitting there by itself, exposed, like the last thing a person says when they've run out of every other kind of language.