A Simple Favor Novels & Stories

"You..." Before I could finish, a push notification flashed across my screen: [BREAKING: The heir of tonight's groom's family corporation is someone else entirely—a beastman, not human!] I tapped it without thinking. A tall, lean figure filled the screen. The comments exploded: [Looks like a snake beastman.] [Tbh, snakes are cold-blooded and ruthless—perfect for running a corporation.] Something clicked in my head. "Andrew... you weren't about to—" ...steal the bride, were you?

A casual glance at a forgotten phone, a string of explicit messages from a mutual friend, and the sudden, sickening realization that her life was built on a beautifully landscaped lie. "Drink it. Even if it’s cold." Khalia Salvador walks into the living room, her movements measured and grounding. She has already stripped out of her own formal blazer, now wearing a simple pair of gray sweatpants and a structured black t-shirt that smells faintly of cedarwood and laundry detergent. Her sharp, dark eyes anchor onto Atasha. Khalia doesn't do emotional hysterics. She doesn't offer empty platitudes like everything happens for a reason. She deals in blueprints, structures, and concrete realities. A

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

Favour is shivering. "Turn off the air conditioning, Lisa," Anita says to Lisa as she sits opposite Favour on the dining table. "Thanks," Favour mutters, and Anita only nods and sits. After eating the fufu with their remaining okra soup, Anita stands up first, walks to the kitchen to drop her used plate, and returns to her room to sleep. She stares at her phone screen to see if it's still charging, noticing missed calls from Alfred Martin and the governor's son. Checking the time they had called, Anita realized it was probably when she was sleeping.

I could just think about crying and the fountain is on. It’s just too much for me to handle. I quickly get out of bed and rush to the kitchen to microwave the cold pizza from yesterday or the day before? I wasn’t sure. But I put in anyways and I set the timer. I rush back to the bathroom taking a quick bath. The only a* pay is so good and I get an extra bonus cause I am pregnant. The shop owner was so nice and welcoming and so homey. I think that has to be the only friend in my life right now.

“You're only doing me a favor , not three.” A sly grin stretched his lips. “Take it or leave it, beautiful.” You insufferable idiot! If I wasn't so desperate, so curious and… and helpless. Ugh. I clenched my fists, nails biting into the flesh of my palm. “Fine, I owe you three favors,” I said through clenched teeth. “Just as long as you promise to help me uncover the truth behind the letter and find the owner of that ring.” "Deal," he smiled. "Again."

Sarah snapped out of her thoughts when he spoke. "No need for thanks. Just remember you owe me one,” he said causally. Sarah stopped walking, knowing that owing Zachary a favor wasn't simple, but she would definitely repay it. Sarah paused mid-step, realizing that a favor owed to someone like Zachary wouldn’t be easy to repay. Still, she nodded firmly. “Mr. Reynolds, don’t worry. I always repay my debts. I don’t know what I can do for you, but as long as you ask, I’ll give it my all.”

“Your brother is a good friend of mine. I’m doing this for him. So how about it?.. Friends?” I shrug my shoulders. “No thanks.” He smirks. “Then take this as a favor that I have no interest in cashing in on.” No way I’m getting a job out of pity. I would rather die of embarrassment than accept a freebie or owe anyone anything. The fact that he mentions ‘the favor’ is more than enough reason to not believe him either. “Seems I wasn’t clear enough.” I yank my left hand free from his grip and cross them in front of my chest. “I’ll pass.”

"And if things ever get tough—work or otherwise—HQ's got your back." "I'll be fine," I said, calm and steady. "I'll report in the day after tomorrow." Booked my flight for tomorrow night. Then headed back to the hotel. The Chat Feed just wouldn't quit: [Don't be sad, Ley-Bae. Shay-Shay really DOES love you. He just sucks at showing it.] [Yeah, yeah, he didn't grow up with love. You need to be more understanding.] Understanding? Hadn't I already done enough of that?

“Exactly.” “Then how do you keep track of it?” “The ledgers.” She looked almost offended. “You people actually write this down?” “Not everything.” I turned another page. “This is where it gets more complicated. Sometimes we don’t collect a favor immediately. Because the timing matters.” She leaned forward. “Explain.” “Imagine you help someone today because they need protection. Five years later, you need access to something only they can provide. You collect the favor then.” “So the debt grows.”