Novel & Cerita I Owe You One

“My family who betrayed you, we don’t even know who put in that bomb yet. I just can’t help but find myself being…” “I want you to know ONE thing, and it is something that you are going to keep in mind, Sienna Duraturo.” I said, cupping her cheeks to make her look me in the eye. “You owe me nothing. If anything, it is me who owes you, and knowing you, I know that you are going to ask me how.”

he mutters, leaning back and looking away. “I wanna go home.” “Fine. But you owe me.” I narrow my eyes. “How much? For the eggs? For the laundry?” His annoyed expression fades off, replaced by that dark intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. “Not money. You owe me a kiss. You promised me one last night before you decided to use me as a puke bucket.” I stop breathing. “You’re joking.” “I’m very serious. Pay the debt, and I’ll let you go.”

A message with a photograph of my Jose taken opposite my street. ‘Your father owed me a debt, boy. Don't tell me you don't intend to pay.”

('ALRIGHT FINE, I'LL HELP YOU OUT'). I sighed 'Thanks a lot man, I owe you one'. ('YOU BET YOU DO').

Then he slipped into a dream that carried him back to the past. It felt like he had returned to the past. "Thank you for saving my grandmother. How can I ever repay you?" "All you have to do is stay with me." "Mr. Lawson, there should be a time limit, shouldn't there?" "Call me Ethan… A time limit? Then how about this… Help me with ninety-nine things, no questions asked. Or, if I hurt you ninety-nine times, we'll call the debt repaid." Then, the scene shifted. Claire's grandmother was nearing the end of her life, and he and Claire stood by her bedside.

I cut her rambling off and mocked her, “You, however, are involved in a two-million-dollar scam, and that’s full grounds for a fraud case. You can absolutely go to prison for that. By the way, I forgot to tell you something.” As I stared at the screen, I told her a simple fact. “This entire supermarket is a subsidiary company of Grand Source. In other words, I own the place. So, how long do you think I’d need to retrieve the full security footage?” The watermelon face froze. In the next second, exasperated cursing shot through my speaker. “Leto Jackson, you shameless witch! I’m going to crush you!” The live stream went off, and the screen turned dark.

This was not happening. Me: Absolutely not. Drama Queen: Come on! This is your fault! Drama Queen: If you hadn’t rejected him, I wouldn’t be curious!! Me: If I hadn’t rejected him, you’d be planning a wedding right now. She sent a bunch of rolling eye emojis. Drama Queen: Just do this for me!!, please Drama Queen: I’ll owe you one. That made me pause. I tapped my fingers against my coffee cup. Owing me one, huh?

I said, pointing at it, "along with the life I once gave you three years ago—you don't owe me anything now." Drawing my gaze away, I said softly, "Enzo Lior, we're even."

I asked. "He was the one who saved my ass when I got fender bendered and prevented me from getting kidnapped, I guess I owed him one." she said completely turning her back on me. "Till this day I don't know why he did it, he's a horrible person so it made me think why didn't he just let me die ? maybe he has a heart. I just thought saving his ass could be as a form of payback and I didn't have to think about it like some big debt, guess I was wrong I should have left him to die back there maybe his death could have ended it all or maybe it won't." she said resuming on her steps and I followed she shared me a few side glance.

He has a point. “How much do I owe you?” “No. Not money.” “Then what do you want?” “I will think that. You owe me a debt of gratitude. Remember that.” I didn’t speak, but I got out of his car. Maybe Ronald is not a bad person.