Creditor Synonym Novels & Stories

I was curious as to who my caller was, my dad and brother knows not to call me during work hours except it was an emergency. "So who made the call?" I picked my phone in curiosity. "Tom? What happened." I picked the call. "Hello, what's up." "Ummm, they are here again." "Here again? Who is here again," I asked "The creditors," I could hear the fear in his voice. "Which other creditor? Is it not our Uncle that we borrowed money from?" "Yes, they are the ones, they want to collect their money or they will throw us out of the building."

a reporter raised her voice, cutting through the air. Mrs. Villaraza’s jaw worked furiously. “Preposterous! We—we are merely restructuring—“ murmurs erupted. Cash clapped slowly, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Beautiful. Look at them choke on their own lies.” He tipped his glass toward the screen, savoring every flicker of panic. Emir leaned forward, sharp eyes narrowing. “The creditors moved faster than I expected. They’ve got nothing left to bargain with.” His voice dripped with satisfaction.

I hadn't expected her to still cling to her tricks even when the situation had escalated to this point. "You mistook me for someone else? Are you implying that you have the right to treat your own sister, Ms. Millie, that way, then? I, for one, have never heard of the things that you mentioned. Maternity and support fees? Have you heard of these fees before?" The question was directed at the debt collectors. I had hired them, so it was only natural that they would play along with me. They shook their heads and began laughing raucously. "I've never heard of any damned maternity fee. Ms. Millie's not even a biological daughter of the Jensen family. Mrs. Jensen didn't give birth to her, so why

But deep down, in a quiet corner of my heart, I believed she might be right. The fourth creditor belonged to the Orenthals, an old Lycan-blood banking family. Twenty-two million credits. Six months overdue. They had already marked the loan as a loss internally. I paid eleven million. The relief on their faces was so obvious they looked close to tears. The fifth creditor was a small venture fund called Castel Partners. Nine million credits. Fourteen months overdue. I purchased it for five-point-five million. As I prepared to leave, the fund manager, a thirty-eight-year-old wolf named Tobias Castel, asked a question no one else had dared ask.

Now we have only one relationship with each other. I was his creditor, and he was my debtor.

“Blackwood owes them $40M. We offered to buy it. They ghosted us. We can’t settle what we can’t identify.” Sophia’s lawyer stood. “Your Honor, the identity of a creditor is private. Carter is trying to embarrass Blackwood.” Elena didn’t speak. She just slid a paper across. _Blackwood Default Notice: 59 days._ _Whitaker Note: $40M. No contact._ The judge read it. “Ms. Blackwood, do you know who owns Whitaker?” Sophia paused. “No, Your Honor.” “Then how are you planning to pay them in 60 days?” the judge asked.

He was right, no one had stopped her from leaving. "Am I free to go?" she asked cautiously. "Of course," he answered calmly. "The door's wide open." "Mr. Black, the loan contract clearly states that a family member could be brought as collateral to extend my repayment deadline," Jason protested. "Yes, it does," Lucien agreed, casually walking back to his seat. He slipped a cigarette from the pack on the table, placing it between his lips. The guard lit it with a lighter, the smoke curling upward, clouding the room.

They took loans bigger than their balls and gambled it all down till there's nothing but their shriveling flesh left to offer, when the time came to pay up. Then they begin to beg, cry, whine for their pathetic lives. It's always so fucking ugly that I wanted to grab their neck and snap it every time they did, so they never utter a sound again. Or better yet, rip out their vocal cord from their mouth. I was here to collect. As per usual. It was my job. I even earned a nickname for it. The Debt Collector. Or for short, The Collector. Under the command of my master I visit whom I'm told to visit to collect the debt owed when it's due. And when it’s not met, well, you know the drill.

he cried. Hah, does this old man thinks he gives a shit? What a joke, Alex thought. “It’s either this or I put a bullet in you right now. Then she will be at my mercy anyway. If you accept the deal, you get to live and get her back once your debt is paid,” Alex said. “Think of it as a temporary arrangement. She is the collateral. I am not the one to go back on my words, so she will be returned as soon as I get the money back.”