I Owe You One Novels & Stories

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

She's a fraud! "Cassandra, please forgive me. Come back with me. I'll make it up to you." I stared at him, but my heart barely trembled. Slowly, I pulled my hand back. "Mason…let the past stay in the past. I love my work and my life in Ularia. I don't want to go back." Mason refused to let go. "Cassandra, I know you're still mad at me, but I've truly learned my lesson. Give me one chance… I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"A friend who you owe money?" My grip tightens on both the phone and the glass. The cut crystal edges bite into my palm, grounding me in physical sensation when my mind threatens to spin. "I told you already, pridurok," I growl, letting my accent thicken with contempt. "I don't owe you anything. Yevgeniy stole from us both." The muscles in my neck cord tight as steel cables. I roll my shoulders, trying to release some of the tension, but it's like trying to stop a freight train with bare hands.

"Old habit." "We won today." "We did." He turned the glass slowly in his hand, watching the light catch it. "I keep waiting to feel like it's over. It isn't. Marcus made sure of that before he walked out of that courtroom." "I know." Mia leaned against the railing beside him, close enough that her shoulder brushed his. "But for tonight, can we just let it be over? Even if it's a lie. Even if it's just for a few hours." Something in his expression softened — not the careful composure of the CEO, not the calculating focus of a man three steps ahead of a conspiracy. Just Damian, tired and unguarded, looking at her like she was the only quiet thing left in his entire world.

The way she’d cursed me, begged me, hated me, and yet still surrendered—fuck, it was intoxicating. “Are you even listening?” Marco asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. His sharp tone held a hint of irritation, but he knew better than to push me too far. “This debtor owes us over fifty grand, Owen. Do you want me to send Scar to deal with it, or do you have another plan?” I leaned back in my chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I regarded him lazily. “Send Scar. If the idiot hasn’t paid by now, he needs a reminder of what happens when you cross me.”

"I don't know what I would've done without you tonight." That's the one thing I've always tried avoiding in my life. Never ask anyone for anything, so you never owe them shit, but my debt is piling up when it comes to Alessandro Moretti. And I don't think he's the kind of man you want to owe. He smiles slightly. "Well, it's certainly not the evening I planned." "I owe you." My words come out serious. I'll gladly pay a debt for my sister because I will forever be indebted to her for my life.

“I’m not following.” “I can’t owe you that kind of money, boss.” “I never said that.” “But that is how it would feel; it would feel like I’m owing you, and I cannot do that.” “Valeria, what are you saying?” “I don’t want to owe you.” “I’m trying to help you, that’s it.” “I do not want to owe you; I hate owing people.” “I never said you were going to pay me back or something, or did I?” “Well, it is going to feel that way.”

He's clueless. “You owe me ten million dollars, Mister Tomas. How do you plan on repaying me?” I snapped at him, irritated that I had to put up with this from him. I leaned closer to him and whispered, “ I know. Maybe you’ll give me something that I can use as collateral until you pay me back every last penny!”

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, "What?" "I single-handedly saved all of you. You, Nikolai Costello, now owe me one," I made it clear and I knew exactly what I wanted in return.

I opened it. “You owe me one. Remember the deal.” It read. I sighed. I'd need a lot more than deep breaths to solve this one.