I Owe You One Novels & Stories

"You're out here playing Florence Nightingale for a guy who makes cayotes look cuddly. What's next? Adopting a pet basilisk?" I caught his hand, his skin fever-hot against mine. "I owe him." "Owe him what? A kidney?" He leaned in, whiskey breath mingling with my sigh. "Or is this another one of your twisted redemption projects?" "A lifetime," I snapped, the words clawing out of me. "I owe him a lifetime, Liam. Not that you'd understand."

My eyes zeroed in on his messsge and I cracked a small smile as I read his message. Avery: Yes, I am your lifesaver, and what would you do without me? Absolutely nothing. And yes, you do own me. I swear to God, one day I’m going to demand a sum of money from you, in exchange for the amount of times which you’ve ‘owed’ me.

Three years after my family committed me to a psychiatric hospital, I finally managed to escape. But my freedom didn't mean much, not when the cancer had already metastasized. Knowing my days were numbered, I just wanted one decent meal. I used the pocket change I'd scraped together from collecting recycling to buy an ice cream cone—something I had never been allowed to try before. I stood on the street, happily enjoying it, when a metal chain suddenly whipped across my face. "Chantal is seriously ill, and you have the nerve to stand here enjoying yourself? I knew you always wanted her dead." It was my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years. She screamed hysterically, swinging the heavy met

“It's the money I owe you.” “Owe?” “Plus interest.” Dominico scowls and practically glares at me. “Who said you owe me money?” •

“Hi, Ms Ithaca, I have a little favour to ask from you.” I stared into his face, and held my chin high. “And what would that be?" “Um, would you, like...would you go to the...I mean, would you have coffee with me, there's a Cafe just a few meters down the street.” “I plan on opening one myself." “Really? You will make it rock, I'm sure.” I smiled wildly. “Thanks a lot, I appreciate that.” “So what do you say, 8pm at the Cafe?"

"I'll go home tomorrow." {And you owe me.} "I-I owe you what?" {A lot. Since you won't be sleeping beside me tonight, you have to promise to make it up.} "H-Hey, it's not like I'm making this up. My brother is really sick." {You still owe me. You have to make it up to me tomorrow.} I rolled my eyes. "Then I'll just pay you. How much do you want?" {I want you to suck my dick for thirty minutes.}

"I swear to God if you don't fucking answer me, I'll run this car into a bridge!" "We were just dancing that's all nothing more" "Just dancing?" You were fucking grinding against him and his hands were all over you Dawn" She sighed. "Can you really blame me? If you had just given me the answers I asked for this could've been avoided and I wouldn't need to attend some stupid party just so I can stop thinking about you" "Oh so now it's my fault. This is you paying me back? you could have as well slept with him to make a point. I'm sure things would've resulted in that eventually"

At the proof of a seventeen-year-old boy bleeding on his dead father's grave because another boy had been kind to him once. "One day I'll own you," Sebastian had whispered in the locker room that night. "And you'll thank me for it." Damian had thought it was bravado. A scared rookie trying to save face after being rescued. He had laughed it off, told himself it didn't mean anything, and gone back to his hotel room to ice his ribs. But it had meant everything. "That was the bet," Damian said slowly. "Not a handshake. Not a contract. A blood oath on your father's grave."

I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure." Wendy's face froze. I continued, "Wendy, you've always wondered how a 'poor researcher' like me could afford a standalone villa in Starlit Bay for our wedding home, haven't you?" I turned my head toward the now-pale, trembling Shawn. "Go." My voice wasn't loud, but carried an unmistakable command. "Turn on the largest LED display in your showroom. Connect it to my phone." Overwhelmed by my aura, he obeyed almost instinctively despite his confusion.

One circumstance led to another and I’m happy my dad had found me. “This is where it gets nasty. I did my findings, and your father owed a lot of money to Dave Baxter. He owed him so much, he decided to gamble what he had left so he could earn more, but lost everything. Dave Baxter is not a nice man, and he doesn’t smile with debtors. Especially ones who can’t pay back like your dad. So technically, your dad and mom gambled their way into the grave. I’m sorry Maya.” Dad continued.