Debt Of Time Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Annabel whispered. "How?" I whispered; And again I was shocked when he decided to answer my question instead of listening to his daughter’s rantings. "I asked for a loan from him when I lost my old lab to a fire. I thought I'd be able to get the money back if I could invent the Time Machine and get investors, or even get the government to buy it... But the Time Machine never worked, it keeps experiencing a shortage of power and no power source has been able to keep it running for 15 seconds at it's most- and now I'm in huge debt!" He rushed out.

He tilts his head while his eyes rove over the dress I’m wearing, then he mutters, “How do you plan to make thirty million in twenty-four hours?” Jesus. That’s impossible. “I need more time.” Like a year or so. He leans back in his seat and crosses his legs. “You see, that’s my problem. I don’t have any time. My boss wants his thirty million now.” Fuck you, Lucas Bateman. I swear if I ever see you again, I’m going to kill you. “I don’t see why I have to pay Lucas debt. he’s nothing to me,”

"She's just eighteen!" "The debt must be paid," the former Alpha said coldly. He stood on his porch, looking down at us like we were insects. "You borrowed fifty thousand dollars, and promised to pay it back in three months. It's been more than six months now, yet I haven't received a dime from your family. Did you think that money came for free?" "We'll pay you back," my father begged. "Just give us more time to—" "You have nothing! You are nothing. But your daughter..." The Alpha's eyes raked over me, and I felt sick to my stomach again. "She can work off the debt. She is young and healthy. Ten years of service to the Alpha's family should cover it."

I hated the fact that I wasn't physically present in the meeting, but it was better that way. I rested on the chair, shutting my eyes as I went through everything that was talked about in the meeting. Debtors. As much as I derived joy in getting my stuff whenever a debtor didn’t meet with the target, I was just so done with hearing their pleas. Especially the man that called himself Pete. He had burrowed a huge sum of money from me, and hadn’t paid me. This was the middle of April. It was time for me to take what belonged to me.

"He won't even give it back to her." "Sorry about your bad luck." I pat him on the shoulder. "Oh shit. It's above the door too!" I notice where Dane wrote Truly Madly Deeply ~ D&V above the door leaving the bedroom. Her mom's going to be pissed about that one, she wasn't a fan of the graffiti in the first place. But her dad's logic was 'It will be painted over anyway. Let her have some fun'. That was a year and a half ago.

Dennis muttered under his breath as he watched her leave. Why was he concerned about what made Nita worried? If he cared about her, then he shouldn’t have returned to his long-lost ex after five years! *** At Victor’s residence “Please, Mr. Willow, all I ask for is more time.” “That won’t be possible, Victor. A deal is a deal. Your debt was due a year ago. You didn’t even make any move concerning the payment.” Victor shivered, his knees wobbly and his heart racing against his ribcage. “Please I’ll pay back as soon as possible.”

“You know what I want.” She kept scrubbing even though her hands were already clean. “I’m working on it.” “Are you?” He moved closer and she could perceive his cologne, something expensive that probably cost more than her rent. “Because I have not seen a single payment in three months.” He said raising his right eyebrow. “I need more time.” “Your brother’s been dead for three months,” Kade said, with his flat and businesslike voice. “He owed me five hundred thousand dollars and he signed your name on the loan. That makes it your debt now.”

“You don’t get to explain this away.” My chest felt tight, my breaths shallow. “Marcus,” I demanded, “tell him he’s wrong.” Marcus finally looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot. Guilty. “I meant to fix it,” he said quietly. “Just needed more time.” The room spun. “Fix what?” I whispered. “The debt,” Dominic answered. “Which has now defaulted.” I took a step back. “That still doesn’t involve me.” “In my world,” he said evenly, “it does.”

I added sarcastically. The man stood up, clearly irritated. “Why don’t you tell her, Raze? That you’re here because of her debt!” he blurted out, stopping my world entirely. So… the captain was the one my parents owed money to? “Hey, hey, Ashel, calm down—” “Not now, Keano. That woman is getting on my nerves.” “So am I!” I shouted. “You’re here for my debt, right? Fine. I’ll pay!”

Okay? "No. You've misunderstood what I said," I said, cutting off his fantasy. "Do you think your pain ending is a new beginning? You're wrong. Right now, you're suffering because of me, and that's the only connection between us. In a year, the debt will be paid and the pain severed. When that happens, you won't even qualify to be my enemy anymore." Drevan's smile faltered instantly. A despair worse than any physical agony crept across his face.