Pay Back In Spades Novels & Stories

Never have I been happier to listen that annoying, lazy drawl up in my head, dishing out judgment as it deemed fit. "I thought you'd left me for my doom. I'm glad you stayed." I confessed without a second hesitation. "Actually, I was gonna. There was nowhere else that was deserving of my presence and I thought to come back home, where I belong. This is where I'm enthroned and I love it here!" She stated in a tone that bred boredom. "Really?" "No." She replied. "I'm back because more than ever, you need all the help you can get and now we have full knowledge of who we were meant to be, we can put Mana Sylveon's power to good use."

“Everything’s good on my end. Just figured I’d check in before the presentation tomorrow. And, you know, maybe ask how your mysterious meeting went.” Johnny exhaled through his nose and poured himself a glass of water. “It was her.” A beat. Then: “Wait. Her? Her who?” “Minerva.” Dane made a choking sound. “As in Minnie Minerva? That Minerva?” “The one and only.” “You’re kidding.” “I wish I was.” Dane’s voice shifted, caught between disbelief and nostalgia. “So… what happened? Did she remember you?” Johnny stared at the ceiling. “She acted like I was just another rich sponsor coming to flash a check and make a speech.”

Every meal was a painful ordeal, and they fueled my hatred toward Celine and Shawn. I swore that I would make whoever hurt me pay for the harm they'd caused to me.

"Didn't even see you there! That top's totally wrecked. Though it was kinda yellow already... must've been cheap, huh? Want me to pay for it?" She reached into her crocodile clutch, flashing her diamond bracelet like it was part of the show. Gavin looked way too proud of her little act. He slung an arm around her. "Vera, why are you standing there blocking traffic?" Then that signature smirk. "Pay her? Rebecca, come on. Don't waste your money." He pulled out a few $50s and flicked them at my face. "That should cover, what, a hundred thrift store tops? Go wild. Maybe next time you'll show up in something that doesn't scream clearance bin. And hey—do us both a favor and stop name-dropping me."

Some things you return to because they were good the first time and they're still good and the returning is its own form of gratitude. This is one of those things.

“I’m not buyin’ you. I’m makin’ sure you’ve got what you need. That includes clothes that fit and shoes that aren’t three sizes too big.” She hesitated, then reached for it slowly, her fingers brushing mine. “I’ll pay you back.” “You survived hell, love. Consider this the start of your bloody reparation package.”

A passerby spotted them and immediately called 911. … At the hospital, the news was grim. Sienna had injured her spine and lost all feeling in her lower body. Meanwhile, Oscar was in relatively better shape, with just a fractured leg and a few minor scrapes. Sienna was left paralyzed, and her treatment required a huge amount of money. Her parents blamed Oscar entirely and demanded that he pay for her treatment. In truth, none of this would have happened if Sienna hadn't plagiarized his thesis, but that didn't matter now. Her parents refused to listen and insisted that Oscar was responsible.

The blood vanished from his face in a split second, and his eyes skittered away in panic. I pretended not to notice and went on. My voice was steady, as though I were merely stating a fact. “Mom and Dad aren’t in good health. They’ve scraped and saved their entire lives. There’s no way they could’ve paid it off. “But Miss Grant promised you five hundred thousand, didn’t she? Enough to clear the debt. “Plenty left over to buy the latest phone and show off in front of your classmates. “That should’ve been more than enough.” Dylan began trembling uncontrollably, biting down on his lip.

“So what? You want me to pay you back? I’ll get a job. I’ll figure it out.” Roman smiled then. It wasn’t nice. It was slow and hungry and that made my thighs press together without meaning to. “You will pay me back. But not with money you don’t have. You’re going to be useful, Aria. Starting tonight.” My mouth went dry. “Useful how?”