Novel & Cerita Pay Back In Spades

He cleared his throat, “I'll lend you 500 coins but you have to pay back in a month.” Violet shrugged, “No problem but 500 coins Is too small. I need 10,000 coins.” “Fine but you'll have to pay me back with interest.” Violet grinned, “I'll pay back with a thousand coins interest so don't worry.” Alaric nodded with a smile before saying, “Come with me.”

She knew that expensive things were good, but she just didn’t have the money. Thinking of this, she sighed and said, “You can keep track of the money I owe you. When I get paid this month, I will pay you back along with the money from last time.” She didn’t have much money on her, and Mark had paid for the shoes. Mark’s eyes flickered when he heard this. “It’s okay; consider it a gift from me. We’ve known each other for so long, and I haven’t given you anything yet.” Amelia shook her head. “No, I have to pay you back. One thing at a time.”

"I'll pay you back." "You don't have to; we're childhood friends. I'd do anything for you." "But you need the money to pay off your student loans; I insist I'll pay you back." Jack let out a soft, resigned laugh. "You can't help it, can you? You don't like receiving help. Alright, kiddo, see you when I see you. Bye." "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate you so much. I promise I'll pay you back." "Okay then," Jack said as he ended the call.

"You ruined me! I can't stay at the research institute anymore—not even for another day. Everyone looks at me like I'm disgusting. And as if that wasn't enough, why did you have to tell Mr. Spencer to take back the money he gave me for my mom's treatment?" I froze. "Aiden gave you money? I thought what you had was just platonic. What does money have to do with that?" "It was just emergency money for medical treatment! Don't make me sound like some gold-digging homewrecker. I'm not that low." I raised an eyebrow. "How much did he ask you to pay back?" She let out a cold laugh. "Oh, drop the act. Aren't you the one who told him to take back the full 200 grand, down to the last cent?"

I said to him sharply. “I see… How are you going to pay me back, huh?” Do you have 1500 dollars?” He asked me. “Wh – what? 1500?” I asked him in shock while Melissa and Aria couldn’t gulp down their mouthful of fries as they looked at me in shock. “Yes? Are you going to pay me back now?” He asked me. “I – I can’t… I mean not right now… But I will pay you back after earning” I said to him.

As everything shifted out of focus, I promised, “I will pay you back.” Then everything went black.

the young man replied. "Young Master! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! This is my fault that we got into this accident!" a middle-aged man continuously apologized as he kept on bowing to the young man. The driver clearly saw that it was the "go" sign, so he pressed on the gas handle. However, in blindsight, someone suddenly rushed in front of the car, resulting in a collision and accident. Thus, the driver could not help but tremble, knowing that someone could possibly die at this moment due to him.

“It’s final, Bullet. You ain’t gettin’ shit done until we get our one fifty, capice?” Capice this, dickwad, he’d wanted to say. But he’d counted back from ten. Everything was cool if he could fuckin’ count back from ten. He’d gone to the tat shop. Later. Yeah, that felt right. After the pancakes. “You’re flyin’, alright?” Spike had said. “Come the fuck back down to earth, man, and get us our money, capice?” And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something.

Jay leaned a little forward to sing: But who are we supposed to be? She smiled in the following pause and leaned a little forward too, chuckling when he sang, like asking her: And who am I supposed to be today? Her lips pursed in an ironic smile as he charged on with the chorus, nodding for her to join him. I give back all that’s been given I take back all that’s been taken I could never go on this way again…

“My luck hasn’t exactly been perfect.” Ivan clicked his tongue, shaking his head from side to side, causing his slightly long, icy-blonde hair to flop around his ears. “I’ll pay you back,” I repeated. “If it’s not from the tables, then I’ll pay you back another way. It doesn’t have to be from cards.” I shook my head. “I always have access to money.” Ivan seemed to think about it. “You?” he said finally. “Fine,” he said, standing to his feet and clapping twice.