Debt Of Time Fanfiction Novels & Stories

All their fangs are bare in wild snarls, and Barrett's proud smile mirrors his assurance of victory. “Brute force won’t help you.” He boasts. An idea forms in my head, and I don’t give it a second’s thought before muttering. “I’ll take her as payment for my debt,” I square my shoulders. I observe the woman—I still don’t know her name—and her brows furrow in confusion. The grey wolf behind Barrett shifts into his beta, Gusto, who walks up to Barrett. “This situation is more complex than your debt, Vince,” Gusto says.

Inside was one line. “Your father owed more than just time—now the debt falls to you.” Alexander stared at the letter. Then at me. And I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close. -

“But patience only goes so far. Your father owes me twenty million dollars, and I’m here to collect.” I swallowed hard. My father sat slumped in the corner, a near-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, his face ashen and hollow. He wouldn’t even look at me. Twenty million. How the hell were we ever going to pay that? The debt had started small,a few bad bets here and there,but it had snowballed into something monstrous. And now… now it was life or death. “Please,” I croaked, stepping forward to shield Kayla, who was trembling behind me. “We just need more time. A week. I’ll find a way to get you the money.”

I said out loud as I sank into my couch, yet I refused to be deterred, Picking myself up again, I texted, "How long do you need?" "I have to settle something first, so I need some time," she replied, Immediately I saw her response, I knew she was talking about money to repay the debt owned by her family since I had heard about how she hated being in any form of debt, The first time her father got into some debt, I was told she had to work for three whole years at her workplace then, without getting paid for her to repay the loan she had borrowed to repay her father's debt,

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

"Alpha Damien offered fair terms. I thought I could pay it back within the year. But the interest, it compounded in ways I didn't anticipate. Every time I got close the numbers changed. I should have seen it earlier. I should have..." "You were trapped deliberately," I said. "The debt was designed to be unpayable." Another silence. Longer. "Yes," he said. The word fell out of him like he had been holding it for years and had finally run out of the strength to keep it inside. "I think so. Yes." "He wanted me." "Hazel..." "He wanted me from the beginning. The debt was how he got me. Say it." My father made a sound I had never heard from him before, something cracked and airless, the sound a pe

My fingers tightened around the card. After five years of working myself sick to pay off a debt he knew never existed, that was still the first thing he thought of me. “No,” I said. “I earned it.” He watched me for a moment longer before taking the card. “I’ll make the payment tomorrow.” Of course he would. There was no payment to make, no creditor waiting, no debt left by my dead family. There was only a number they had chosen to keep me suffering. Adrian set the card on the dresser and turned toward the hot plate. “What do you want for dinner?”

"I don't know if we can. The debt is real. It exists as a fundamental fact of the universe. Trying to escape it would be like trying to escape gravity or time." "People have done both of those things." "People have temporarily delayed those things. No one has ever escaped them permanently." "Then we find a way to delay this long enough to figure something else out." I started walking again, my stride purposeful. "We have forty-six hours until the Maw opens fully. That's forty-six hours to find an alternative. To find a way to pay this debt that doesn't involve sacrificing anyone." "And if there isn't one?" I didn't answer. Because deep down, in the part of me that had learned to survive the

"I am not working for her! I will never, under any circumstance, work under a woman like you, Sydney! No matter what!" I tilt my head at him in fake pity. "Oh, Deckard...but you don't actually have a choice in this matter." I glance over at Tobias, who offers me a supportive, knowing nod, and then I turn my focus right back onto my humiliated ex-husband. "You see, my brilliant brother did some very deep, very extensive digging into our family histories sometime ago. And it turns out, your father owed our father a massive, multi-million-dollar debt that was quietly swept under the rug decades ago. Because of the indemnity clauses in your family trust, that debt has officially transferred dire