I Owe You One Novels & Stories

The statement lingered between us. "And now?" I exhaled heavily. "Now I owe him" I said. Kael's eyes narrowed. "Money?" I nodded. That was easier to explain than the real situation. "And he wants repayment?" He asked. A humorless laugh escaped me. "Something like that" I replied. Alpha Kael stepped closer. "Explain." I looked directly at him. "Amarok thinks I owe him everything. He believes helping me years ago gives him ownership over my future" I said.

“I owe you one, really.” “Funny you should say that,” he said, shifting the mood. “If you really mean it, I could use a huge favor.” “Damn, that was fast,” I told him with a laugh. “But I do owe you. So, what do you need?” “A date tonight,” he said. My stomach dropped. “Oh, well, um… that wasn’t really…”

And that was the one thing denied me. But I will give her this. "I will pay off all your debts."

"If you can really help me get my son back then i will be really grateful." Cara smiled. "Then... You owe me one."

"Are you serious those will kill me, don't you have something else I could wear something a little lower or a lot lower like some cute flatts or maybe even flip flops?" "Uh Uh these are it sunshine now strap them on and try to walk in them for a second you are wearing my finale design which means you are on in five, just pretend you are carrying one of those fancy wedding cakes you make!" Cass smirked "You'll be fine just stop thinking so much. You look hot bitch now go out there, work it, and sell my dress!"

I knew straight away who it was, a person I hoped that I would never have to hear from ever again. Remember, you owe me and now is the time to pay your debt back. We need to meet. PJ How did you get my number? I thought we were done!! S I need another something completed PJ X You said I was done S Things change! You either meet me where I tell you too, or I will show up at your door. PJ

I giggles. "Please forget about that one,I have something to tell you?" TBC

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.”

I will not run. I owe them everything. But now everything has gone sideways.

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.”