Love And Debt Novels & Stories

"It’s like the world is trying to subtract me from the equation" "That’s because we’re entering the Twenty-Third Cycle: The Debt of the Dead," Leo said, his voice flat and analytical. His salt-white hair was being pulled toward the ceiling by a magnetic force, and his runes were scrolling through strings of red "DEFICIT" warnings. "In this cycle, you don't exist because you were born; you exist because you are Borrowed. And the High Council is currently using the First Alpha’s heart as the collateral for the loan".

He frowned. I smiled. “Dad was in huge debt. He owed about five million dollars to Mr Luciano’s family. And when Mr Luciano came to collect the money, he made an offer since dad didn’t have it. He said he would clear the debt if I married him and took care of Luca and Lovie.” “So you are married to him?” He asked, with a deep frown. “I won’t say that. I am only here to take care of Luca and Lovie.” I said, pecking his cheek.

Before could tell him that I'm not interested in his story, he cut me off, "I'm sorry for whatever I did to you. It was my mistake. I blindly trusted my mom and did as she said to accomplish." "But now, she was not helping me and angrily brother cut my expenditures, blocked my cards and accounts. I don't have money and she is not giving me money. She told me that I need to work hard like my brother," He cried but it was not affecting me. All Raizada's are the same. "I was ready to do it but, I have some debt, I have to pay that figure, those men are behind me as they need money from me," He explained everything without my question.

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

I stared down at my hands. “What are you actually angry about, Celeste?” Grace asked softly. “Being helped… or being kept in the dark?” The question lodged itself in my chest and refused to move. “I don’t want to owe him,” I said after a moment. “I don’t want to wake up one day and realize my entire success story has an asterisk.” Grace’s gaze sharpened. “Is that what you think love is? A debt?” I flinched. “Because if that’s the case,” she continued, “then you’ve been doing the same thing to him. You let him stand beside you. You let him show up. Did you ever once think you owed him for that?”

I hate you for what you did to us, but God help me, I hate myself more for still wishing you had just once looked at me and seen a wife instead of a ledger. The debt is paid in full. Goodbye.

"It’s a recalibration! It’s trying to turn the Spring back into the Contract! It’s using our love as the collateral for a world that shouldn't exist!" The $1,000,000 transaction from the very first chapter—the moment she had signed her life away for thirty days—had been the seed. The Creditor was now using that seed to poison the garden. It was a surgical strike against their origin story. If the debt was a lie, then their love was a lie, and the world they had built on that love would collapse into a mirror-void. The Mechanics of the Steamy Defiance

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

After drowning in my own toughts, I then cleared the throat and stated, "As your guest here, I think you should not lend me the money willingly. Whenever I need to borrow it from you, you can still consider it as a debt, just like usual." "Even if you are my partner later on?? Is it normal to make the money you borrow as a debt?" Bastian asked impulsively. Thoroughly, I was not sure if he said it impulsively or seriously because for me it was too early for us to talk about the further plan. In addition, our state of relationship could not be determined as lovers. I bravely stared at him and grinned. Then, I answered, "To me, borrowing money to friends or other people is a debt, so there will

"I've finally learned that I don't owe the world my destruction. I owe my daughter a mother who's alive. I owe you a partner who's present. I owe myself a life worth living." They sat in comfortable silence as darkness settled fully over the garden. Emma's heart beat its steady rhythm. Fifty-eight percent capacity. Enough to work part-time. Enough to raise her daughter. Enough to love deeply and laugh often and find joy in small moments. The debt she'd carried for so long, to her father, to the victims, to everyone harmed by the conspiracy, it would never be fully paid. Some debts were too large, too complex, too intergenerational to ever close completely.