Debt Of Time Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"Let's... end this." His pupils contracted sharply as he stared at me intently. "Are you sure?" "I'm tired." I held back my tears. "I'm afraid if I stay any longer, I don't know what else might happen." "Fine! Just fine!" He snatched the agreement, pulled a pen from his pocket, and viciously signed his name. Then, he slammed the pen down, breaking it in half with a sharp crack. "Emma, do as you wish!" I returned to what had once been our marital home, the penthouse apartment called "Century Residence".

She bit her lip, gazing at the two people with burly figures and tattoos in their bodies that made them rather fearsome. "When are you going to pay for it?" The shorter man asked with a scowl, eyeing Sofia with a look of disdain. "Sir ...," Sofia seemed to hesitate a bit. "Would you be so kind to give us more time? After this, we are going to pay for the debts." The taller man showed a clear look of displeasure as he scrunched his nose. "Giving time? Haven't we already gave you enough time?" "Yeah, right." The shorter man piped up and said sarcastically, "If you keep on asking for more time, when are you gonna pay for it for real? Every time we come here to collect the debts, the answer is a

“Zinnia was such a good kid. She always studied until the last minute before going back to the dorm. Once I mentioned I was hungry, and she gave me her boxed meal without a word. “She had a heart condition. I took her to the hospital several times. She only had an old flip phone and couldn’t transfer money, so she paid me back with cash she earned herself. “And you call her a liar? You killed her!” Mom stumbled, her mind growing more and more muddled.

Brandon’s expression fell as he said coldly, “Aspen has to give me an explanation today! She can’t just blow me off like this! I was being generous to her, and this is how she’s repaying me!” The assistant looked at Brandon and shook his head. Then, he sighed. There was nothing else to say. At midnight, all guests and friends started to leave. I yawned and kissed Samuel. “I’m too tired, let’s have an early night in, alright?” “Sure, anything you want.” My former nemesis that used to be the bane of my existence was staring at me lovingly. No one knew that Samuel was in love with me for seven years. His love did not disappear all those years.

very often. Amélie stepped closer to Taren again. Her hand slid onto his arm. She smiled up at him like she was being sweet. Taren didn’t look down at her. His eyes stayed forward. His body looked tight, like he wanted to tear the stage apart, but he still didn’t move away. Family debt. That thought came fast, because it explained everything. It explained why he could fight a room, but couldn’t touch her. He owed her family something. Or his family did. And in this world, debt can control people.

"Five years with my boyfriend. I worked four jobs to help repay his debt, but his family's debt keeps growing instead of shrinking. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year's. He said something happened at the construction site and left again. I don't know when the debt will ever be paid off. Living on toast and pickles every day is really hard." When the train began to move, I hit "Post." I poured every cent I had taken from Anya's livestream into promoting the video. "Benjamin, every lie is a debt. From today on, you can repay it inch by painful inch. I won't stay to watch," I muttered.

Too balanced. "Who built this system?" I asked. Lucia hesitated. Part of it was already in place before Dino was in complete control. "So not him," I said. "Not entirely." I stood closer to the screen, and my fingers flew over the keyboard. The next one had a desire to make it appear old. Untouchable." Lucia said nothing. Minutes passed. My head started aching, but I forced myself. Then I saw it. A gap. Not empty, just hidden. Where money ought to have slept and failed to sleep.

There wasn't, so he left I turned back to my screen and I did not think about the fact that somewhere across the city a twenty-something year old woman was about to have her entire life rearranged because of a debt her family owed mine. That's not my problem to think about. The debt is real. The terms are fair by pack standards. Everyone involved knew this was always a possibility when the original agreement was made twenty years ago. It's business and I'm good at business. Morning of the fourteenth.

I didn't even realize I was crying again until Timothy was right there, handing me a napkin. ​"Hey, stop that," he said softly. "The hard part is over." ​"It's not," I said, looking at him. "Timothy, about the debt... and the penthouse... I need to find a way to make this right. I can't just live off you like this. I'm not that girl." ​Timothy sighed and leaned against the counter, looking at me with this expression that was half-frustrated and half-fond. "I knew you were going to say that. You’ve been awake for five minutes and you're already trying to find a way to pay me back."

“Don’t fall in love with me.” I almost laughed. “Don’t worry. I hate you already.” That made him look up. And for the first time, his smile was real. Sharp. Dangerous. “We’ll see,” he murmured. “Day one starts now.” Outside, the rain had stopped. But I was still cold. 365 days. To pay a debt I didn’t owe. To a man who collected souls like interest. To survive. I didn’t know it yet, but the clock had already started ticking. And Alessandro De Santis never lost a bet.