Debt Of Time Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he pressured “It's the least you can do. If you want me to forgive you and let life go back to the way it used to be, you'll get it done now” “It's going to take a lot of money Scarlett” “Get a loan, the bank can give you one right now because you're a billionaire, you'll pay it back before they know it” I suggested “ No it doesn't work that way, I hate debts and I won't borrow. It's going to take nothing more than 3 million dollars to set everything up”

He finished his words with a simple shrug. “Shit!” I cursed under my breath. This is all because of that massive jerk, Landon! “Where did you go? And why didn't you tell me you were moving out?” Dylan had been my friend since childhood and we both secured a job at the broadcasting company. We've had each other's backs ever since. I feel bad for not telling him, not like I don't want to, but I don't trust his mouth. He talks too much. “Your aunt slammed the door in my face when I came over to your place to get the hard drive, I almost lost a toe!” he lifted his leg so I could see it from my cubicle. I rolled my eyes at his exaggeration.

I closed the last inch between us until the tip of my nose brushed his. “And you honestly believe putting Darius in the ground erases that?” I whispered. “You think I’m still the girl who’d open a vein for a balanced ledger? I quit being your convenient little shadow the day I realized the darkness pays shit wages.” “You don’t get to quit.” The device buzzed. “Debts don’t expire.” I laughed again—colder this time, edged with glass.

He suspected that Duncan cut a deal with that top hat guy because nothing else could explain why he had enough money to burn the night before after just losing a huge sum of cash. He sat in the same spot he had the last time he followed Duncan and the top hat guy. He sipped on his coffee, his disguise still on his face. He needed to find a way out of his debt before Chronos would decide that he wanted to collect his debt. Time was running out. The funny thing about his situation was that, it was Duncan that brought out the idea of him borrowing from Chronos. He squeezed his fist as he cursed himself for being so stupid. He tried to think of happy thoughts to dispel the thoughts of strangling

I observed as his hand clenched tightly in a fit of rage then, a mischievous grin played upon my lips; "What's the matter? Are you contemplating your next move? Do you wish to lay your hands upon me? Hit me? As I've mentioned before, I will settle the debt I owe you. I will work tirelessly and repay you. As for my father's debt, once he gets back, he will personally rectify the situation. That should be none of my business! But for now, for now... I cannot afford to be burdened by someone else's debt! I found myself in debt to you because I had lost a bet in your casino due to the fact that I was distracted and that's what makes me owe you such an amount. I give you my word, I have made a

I said, meeting my father’s gaze with unwavering resolve, “then maybe it’s time they learned to live without it.” A ripple of murmurs spread again — disbelief, awe, fear. Draven’s eyes narrowed, his voice turning sharp. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little Luna.” “I’m not your Luna,” I spat. He took a step closer. Derek shifted behind me instinctively, the power rolling off him in waves of warning. Draven smiled — not with amusement this time, but with calculation. “We’ll see,” he said softly. “Because the thing about debts, Aurelia, is that they never truly disappear. They just change hands.”

or the Thorne bank accounts. ​"You owe me, remember?" I whispered, my thumb tracing the hard line of his cheek. "The Billionaire’s Debt. You don't get to die in a sewer and leave me with the bill. You're going to get up, and you're going to crawl until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me?" ​A slow, pained smile touched his lips, a ghost of the Shark returning to the surface. "You’re... remarkably bossy... for a thief."

They just saw a new source of income. Since then, my life hasn't been mine. Every paycheck I earn is gone before it even hits my bank account. I’m a "rising star" in the industry, but I’m actually just a high-functioning ghost. I work twelve-hour daily not to build a career, but to stay alive for another thirty days. But the debt isn't what kept me awake this night . It’s the faces of the two people I trusted most in this world. Daniel and Sophie. My fiancé and my best friend.

"I've spent eleven years trying to understand what happened to her and I have nothing. A pact I can't read. A debt I don't know how to pay. And now a marriage that was supposed to buy us time, gone, because you decided one morning that you knew better." "Maybe I do." "You're nineteen." "Then treat me like it matters that I am," I said. "If I'm too young to see proof, I'm too young to be handed a marriage that pays for it." "That isn't how debt of this kind work." "Then how do they work? You keep telling me what I can't understand instead of letting me try." His hand flattened on the desk, and for a moment I thought he might actually give me something, some scrap of the truth he'd been carryi

"I owe someone else a debt. They came to me to collect a debt. I can't pay the debt, so they chased after me." Alex stroked her face again. "The dream is the opposite. If you owe someone a debt, I will pay it back." Jessie shook her head and snuggled into his arms. He also carried the smell of tobacco and alcohol during social gatherings. This kind of fireworks made her finally calm down. "No, I don't want you to help me return it" A debt of a dead person, how could a living person pay it back? Alex looked at her for a while. He reached out and pulled her thin shoulders into her arms, "I will take a double break tomorrow. Arrange for Driver Bart to follow you to the store. Take Felix and Fia