Forever In Your Debt Novels & Stories

His emotions deepened as he kept on singing. How could you forget the times we shared? Don't throw our love away You know it's never too late My heart wrenched as I looked at him singing with pain etched in his face and voice. Tears started falling from the corners of his closed eyes. Don’t be sad, Damian.. Please.. I’m so sorry.. I never meant to hurt you.. That was all I could think about. Remember me as the only one who sets you free Maybe time alone will make you see how deep our love could be

"Forever." "I'm offering to let you go forever." My voice didn't break. My eyes did, a little, and I let them, because she'd taught me not to hide the wounds. "Because I finally understand it's the only gift I have that's actually worth anything. I've spent my whole life collecting. Debts, buildings, people, this whole gold city. I've never once in thirty-two years given a thing away that I could have kept." I made myself hold her gaze. "You're the first. And I'm doing it right, with the door open, with the money in your name, with your own key card in your hand so you know nobody's locking anything on you ever again. The car's waiting. You don't owe me a goodbye. You don't owe me anything a

"We're in this together." "Always and forever."

Alexa, if it meant spending eternity repaying you with my love, I would do it. Yours, forever. The Love of your life. Devon.

And now, her absence created a hollow ache in my chest, the silence amplifying her absence until it felt deafening A hollow ache settled in my stomach; regret gnawed at me. I told myself it was nothing, just a fleeting moment but how could I deny the intensity of what we had shared? As much as I tried to dismiss Avery, her image persisted: the warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her voice, the depth of her care. Her absence amplified that loss, until the silence felt deafening, and my inaction was a heavy burden of failed responsibility.

I ignored Mrs. Glaser. My eyes never left Lucy as I spoke. "Aren't you the one who's always talking about asset allocation and calculating returns? Fine. Then hear this. There's a kind of debt called reputation debt. Once you rack it up, you spend the rest of your life paying it back. "And now you've added a new crime on top of the old one. Lucy, do the math. How many years do you think you still get to live on the outside?"

He said, and I frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say. "Your father's debt was Eight hundred thousand Leer, which I planned on using money from my trust fund to pay, but as of this morning, his debt tripled. Two million four hundred thousand Leer. Apparently, your father gambled last night, putting all on the line." I could not let him finish his sentence when I screamed. I screamed with all my might. He covered my mouth and held me. I began to cry. Why were we cursed with the bastard? What kind of an idiot is he? How the hell could anyone pay two million four hundred thousand Leer? There is no way we can come up with that money. That is ninety-five years of servitude multiplie

I closed the last inch between us until the tip of my nose brushed his. “And you honestly believe putting Darius in the ground erases that?” I whispered. “You think I’m still the girl who’d open a vein for a balanced ledger? I quit being your convenient little shadow the day I realized the darkness pays shit wages.” “You don’t get to quit.” The device buzzed. “Debts don’t expire.” I laughed again—colder this time, edged with glass.

An unknown ID. ‘This is your last chance. Make your decision now or regret it forever.’

Another beat passed. "And will the Alpha even allow it? Everyone in the pack knows how much Alpha Garrick Whitefang dotes on you. He has never been willing to let you out of his sight. Seven years ago, you gave up your post as an Archivist for him and became his Luna. Are you truly ready to walk away now?" My chest twisted as if it had been cut open. The pain was sharp, but my resolve cut deeper. Only one thing held me back: how to tell him the truth.