Payback Book Novels & Stories

Although I was missing out on a man's affection, I was fortunate to still be a well-known royal, so my life remained comfortable. Over half a month passed. Just when I had almost forgotten everything that had happened, Thalyx suddenly appeared before me again. That night, he stood breathlessly at my window, starlight trailing behind him. As if afraid I would refuse, he awkwardly declared first, "I'm not here because I like you. I just want to repay a favor from my past life and stop owing you. Don't be stubborn. It must be hard to be alone in a foreign country. You need someone to protect you."

By the end of the first week there were forty-seven reviews, most of them the kind that shared the book to people who might need it — the particular organic spread of a book that found its readers rather than being pushed toward them. A message from a woman who had spent six years in a situation she described only obliquely and had found in The Returning the first words that matched what coming out of it had felt like. A letter from a man whose son had disappeared for three years and come back and who said the book had helped him understand something about the returning that he had been struggling to articulate. Sofia read each one. She didn't speak about them much, but I could see the cumul

“Payback.” “Uh?” She crosses her arms to her chest and speaks neatly. “I’m here to pay you back for making use of your time the last time we were together.” “I’m not following.” She stares me down as if I’m dumb and maybe I am. Since when do people get a payback for spending time with another person? “You did me a favor,” she starts, one word leaving her mouth at a time as if she’s speaking to a child. “And I don’t like owing others. That’s why I’m here to pay you back for that favor. Then we can go on with our lives.”

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With a happy smile on her face, she began browsing through several novels she used to love and finally picked one up. “Wow, it feels like going back to the time when I first started writing stories,” Ayleen said, recalling those fond memories. Ayleen read the back cover of one of the books and held it as if it were a treasure she cherished dearly. As she was engrossed in examining the book, which was still wrapped in plastic, she heard someone say from behind her, “Want to buy that book?” The book Ayleen was holding immediately slipped from her hands, making a sound that wasn’t too loud but was enough to make several customers in the bookstore turn to look at her.

"Ms. Griffin made you my mentor. You were supposed to guide me. Now that I've made a mistake, this is your responsibility." I stared at his selfish, hypocritical face, then slapped him hard across the face. Following that, I pulled out my shattered phone. "First of all, I worked seven nights straight. I'd just finished a security system for a client worth 100 million. I smashed my phone when I got irritated. I never heard your calls."

Even across the crowded room, Eve could see the subtle muscle ticking in his jaw—the universal sign that he was losing his patience. "Well, you certainly cleaned him up nicely, Eve." Eve’s posture aligned into an instant, rigid defense mechanism. She turned to find her father, Vance Brooks, stepping up beside her. He looked immaculate, a man whose entire existence was built on absolute corporate dominance. "The metrics dictated a change in strategy, Father," Eve said, keeping her tone cool, professional, and entirely devoid of personal warmth. "Terry’s public rehabilitation is yielding a twelve percent increase in positive media sentiment for the franchise."

He merely took out a document and flicked it in front of Kian. "Mr. Yale, you took a thirty-million-dollar loan from the bank using your bar as collateral. That debt has now been acquired by Lou Capital. According to the contract, you've defaulted. We have the right to repossess the collateral. From this moment on, hundred percent of Kian Bar’s shares belong to Mr. Jack Lou." Kian stumbled. His trembling hands picked up the acquisition contract. Everything he had been proud of, his power, his arrogance, vanished in an instant.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.