It's Payback Time Novels & Stories

Well I don't mind paying him back, I just need time but being his sugar baby is a fucking no "Listen, old man," I said softly, my voice trembling. "I didn't mean to take it and I promise I'll pay you back but you have to give me some time, meanwhile you said I could have it so I didn't know it would turn out this way and how could you even wait up until two weeks when I've used up the money only for you to kidnap me?" My voice was shaking with every step he took closer to me making my whole body tremble

Amar replied as he licked his top lip and slid his shades back up the bridge of his nose. He pivoted to leave, “wait!” I called out to him in desperation. “How do I pay you back?” He stopped. “When's your birthday?” He asked with his back still facing me. “May the eighth.” I blurted out. “You have until your eighteenth birthday to pay me back.” His head turned to the side. “Okay. So, how do I find you?” I asked anxiously. “I will find you, mikros.” I stood next to the wrecked cars and watched them walk away. Thanking the gods for a second chance at life. Even if I do have to suck dick to pay back a Greek God.

Then he turned back to me, his expression shifting to one of deep, pitiful devotion. "Emma, everything I said in that recording was just me humoring that crazy woman. My heart has always belonged to you! You have to believe me. I'm not the kind of guy who would covet your family's money! Just forgive me this one time. Just this once. Please?"

Then, I closed the file and placed it right on top. The wind blew in through the window, lifting the corners of the documents on the desk. My phone lit up. It was a message from Uncle Peter. "Ethan, come back for dinner. Your aunt will be cooking tonight." I replied with a simple "Okay".

Gale said, " I borrowed twenty thousand dollars from you last time, and I said I would pay it back." He narrowed his eyes and said, "Where did you get the money?" "I only have ten thousand dollars now. The salary will be paid today. I'll pay you back half first, and I'll pay you the rest next month." "Either pay it back all at once or don't pay it back at all." Gale bit her lower lip. "Then I only have to return it to you next month." "Get out." Shawn pressed his eyebrows deeply. "Next time you interrupt my lunch break, I'll throw you out!"

Phoebe sighed, “you know that’s not what I mean.” “No, no, no, no, what do you mean then? Huh, telling me that I don’t pay back, what is that supposed to mean then? You are talking as if I won’t give it back if I have it. I haven’t paid back because I don’t have it and you know it.” “But when you do have it, Cal, you don’t give me, you don’t pay back. Rather, you will go out to drink with your friends.”

A game that had started with small, infrequent payments, and had now become a daily ritual. A game that was now about to become something more. Something worse. He shook his head, his voice a low, shaky whisper. "No. I have a plan. I can pay you back. I can give you everything. Just... just give me more time. Please. Please, Don." Adriano chuckled, a low, cruel sound. “Time is money, my boy. And you, Gregory, are out of both. I’m tired of waiting for your promises to come true. I’m tired of your schemes. I’m tired of your excuses.

"That loan you gave me...." Will he be unhappy about this? He'll be making less out of the deal.... "Mmm? What about it?" "I can pay you back now." He pauses, beer can halfway to his mouth. "Already? A year early?" "Yes, a year early. Is that alright with you?" "Alright? Of course it's alright. Michael, I'm delighted for you. I know how much work you've put into making your business work. It's good to see you getting the payback."

“When are you supposed to pay them back?” “Soon.” “How soon?” Mom cringed. “I do not like your tone, Agatha. Don’t forget who you’re talking to. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t even exist.” “How soon?” “Three weeks ago.” She tapped another cigarette out of the pack and lit it. Aggie found it impossible to close her mouth. Or breathe. “And you tell me this now?” she sputtered finally. “I know how busy you are. I didn’t want to bother you with my little problems.”

Maybe he would miss me more if I sounded that way. “Good morning to you too, Isabella. I'm calling to know when you intend to pay me back my money. Do you understand what I have just said, Isabella? I know I gave you time to make this payment and at the same time, you should understand that I don't have all day and time—nor even the energy to make do with you when I don't see my money. Do you also understand that?” A sigh ran out of my mouth. I had thought otherwise and I didn't know why.