Forever In Your Debt Novels & Stories

Only us. Forever.

"To you, money is insignificant. Houses and cars are mere drops in the ocean to you. But to me, it feels like I sold you this leg, and you're forever paying installments. Five years is enough. Let's end this, okay? Debt is cleared, and we go our separate ways." He said nothing, simply driving off. A melancholic song filled the silence: "I heard you married on a lonely night. No smile upon your face in sight. I never dared to ask or see. What if the blame belongs to me? Back then, I was too young, too wild. Careless words, a reckless child. I hurt you deeply. I made you bleed. Some wounds cut far beyond what we need. A heart so kind—how does it live on through? What can a lifetime ever do? So

"Always?" "Forever."

My face is just an inch from hers I miss you, he said slowly. .. Just like that my determination too went. I cried looking at his eyes. I missed him every second in these years. I want him, I want my Shiva back. I don't want to loose him. With that thought I closed my eyes unknowingly give up on my plan. He pressed his lips on my forehead.. I just want earth to be stop around. I hugged him. It feels eternity to us. No one is moved. But deep inside I believe we too have happy ending. And I don't want to leave him for anyone

For our pack. For our future. Forever.

Like I plan to do forever. THE END!

"You're not listening to me! Biting! In the neck! Forever!" The permanence of it crashed over me like a wave, stealing my breath. Forever. Marked. Bonded. The words felt too immense, too heavy for my brain to process. This wasn't like choosing a college major or deciding on a haircut. This was irrevocable, eternal.

All in. Forever.

While deep inside I was dying of embarrassment. “You owe me.” He spelled his words, using his finger to point at me and then back at himself. I furrowed my brow as an indication for him to elaborate. “I paid for your drink. You ought to treat me nicely.” He spoke calmly this time. So he's the one who paid? I could have sworn it was Dylan. “What do you want?” My voice came out a little impatient. “Let's talk in the car,” He insisted, walking over to take the wheel.

“Until my last breath, I am yours, and you are mine. Forever.” “Forever.”