Pay It Forward Novels & Stories

"But I can't just take all of this from you without giving something back. It's not right. I need to know that I've earned it, that I've worked for it." Harvey sighed and rubbed his temples as if trying to ward off a headache. "Anna, listen to me. I've made my money, and I've made it wisely. I don't need your repayment. What I need is to see you succeed. And if you insist on paying me back, then do it by making a difference in the world. Use your talents to help others, and that will be payment enough."

“Give me time and I will pay you.” He relaxes back on his seat and gives me a long look. “I don’t give much time. You can work for me.” “As what?” “As my help. That’s a way you can pay for that. By paying I mean you are going to work without getting your pay. That way I will get my money back.” Can’t believe he is doing this. He is making me pay by working for him? As his help? How will I survive this? “I will pass .”

reforward. “You have no idea how grateful I am... You will never regret it... I guarantee that I will reward you from the bottom of my heart... When someone does something for me or for me, I will never forget it...” he promises. “I’ll charge you...” he states. “As long as there is breath... there will be commitment on my part to give back.” he guarantees it once again and with great conviction and adds: My father used to say that: 'Justice only motivates us to reciprocate to the same degree, besides, it's either love or hate'”

Cyril said slowly, “I just want to let you know that I’ll be paying you back for that. It doesn’t matter how long. Even if I die, I’m going to make sure my daughters pay you back.” The words stunned me. My chest tightened. “I didn’t do that…” I began to protest, shaking my head. I never gave with the thought of repayment. It was the least I could do after all they’d given me. How do you repay shelter? How do you repay love? “I know you didn’t,” Cyril cut in, his voice firm. “And I’m grateful to you for helping us out. But even if you weren’t a prince, I’d have found a way to pay you back.”

When I looked over at him, I could see the wrinkles on his forehead, solidifying the fact that he wasn't satisfied with my reply and he had to give it to him because there was no other way to persuade me. He's helping me and I don't want to fail in my responsibility towards him also. Like a teeth for teeth aphorism, he's helping me and I'm doing the same. He's giving out something and expecting another thing in return. The hospital had called me earlier saying my mother's bill had been paid and an advance was paid to them. Words couldn't explain how relieved I had been to hear the news. And now, it's my turn to pay him back in the little way I could, I am not ready to ruin it for him.

I said with a pleading tone. She stared at me for a moment with pity before she let out a sigh. "Alright, I will buy it in the evening when I am coming from my boyfriend's place, okay?" "Oh, thank you so much. I am so grateful." I said with glee. "It's my pleasure and I don't want you to pay me back the money. I know you are struggling and you barely have enough money to meet your basic needs. So, it will be unfair of me to ask you to pay me back the money. You are my best friend and I should be able to make sacrifices for you from time to time. Besides, I can't count the things you have also done for me over the years. You have helped me so many times when I found myself in dire situations,

“Antonio… I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I was drunk, you know I was! What’s done is done! Please… I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” “Make it up?!” he roared, fresh tears streaming. “He’s dead! How do I get past that?” A terrible clarity dawned in his wet eyes. “I never should have paid that stronzo fifty grand from the family fund to take the fall. I should turn you in. Right now.” He fumbled for his phone.

But tired, did i keep him awake? "Good morning" i chirp "I have to leave soon, ive got to get this load delivered, you should give me your number so i can check up on you later, make sure your safe" i break the eye contact "yeh sure ok" i say sitting up i grab my shoes and put them on he grabs his phone and i prattle off my phone number. "thanks for all your kindness" i say "one day i hope to pay you back, or pay it forward. its people like you that help me keep my faith in humanity, Thanks again"

"You are going to pay for this." "Looking forward to it," I said sweetly, and walked away, leaving him there. I felt a thrill knowing I was paying him back, just like he had done to me before.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.