Paying It Forward Novels & Stories

she said with a little laugh, “I barely earn enough to pay for my college semester and my boyfriend pitches in half of my f*e, so, all this... I don’t have money for it now, but once I complete college, get my vet tech degree, I’ll move out of here... but after I pay my boyfriend back.” That last part made my jaw go tight. I frowned and looked at her, “Why the fuck would you pay him back? What kind of man asks for money back he spends on his woman?” She blinked at me, surprised, like it hadn’t even occurred to her that what she’d just said was warped. I stepped closer, crowding her space without touching her and she leaned back over the counter, “If a man gives you something and expects it b

“You don’t need to pay me back more than you owe.” I didn’t refuse and took what she gave back. “Thank you. I really need the money too.” I admitted. “You don’t have to pay me back yet,” she said, handing me the money I’d paid. “No,” I refused again. “I don’t want to delay paying my debt. I already caused you so much trouble yesterday.” “You’re such a great person to lend money to—you pay back so quickly and you’re proactively paying back the debt.” she teased, making us both laugh.

I really wanted to stick a knife at Petter and Stella. "Amber, I'm sorry for cheating on me. I made a mistake, and I promise I will fix everything. I will leave Stella, but I beg you to forgive me." Petter begged me to forgive him and take him back. Seeing his pleading gaze, I just smiled sarcastically.

38 years ago, my dad's student, Lena Lambert, accuses him of sexually assaulting her. In the end, he ends his life by jumping off a building. The day he dies, Lena is crying in front of the cameras while holding up her medical report. Later, she becomes an overnight sensation, known as the girl who stands up for her rights, joins the entertainment industry, and becomes an inspirational star with millions of fans. Unable to accept Lena's success, my mom, Lucy Murphy, passes away six months later. I'm only seven years old when this happens, and I spend the next 38 years gathering evidence, waiting for the chance to get my revenge. Today, Lena's daughter, Winona Lambert, sits across from m

They sat with that—the strange humility of realizing now it was their turn to pay forward what someone else once did for them. “We’re collecting broken things,” Lihua said. “You say that like it’s a problem.” She shook her head, looking at him. “No. I say it because it’s what we do.”

“When I get a job, I'm going to pay you back every single dime I spent today.” His fingers that were hovering over his phone paused and he slowly looked up. “Pay me back?” I exhaled sharply and nodded. Barely out of debt and I have gotten myself into another one. My facial expression must have been funny because he snickered. “Do you know how much was spent today?” “It doesn't matter, I'll pay you back.” He snickered again, and got out of the car then opened my door for me. “Consider the shopping a gift from me. You don't need to pay me back.”

He stared at the bag for a beat longer before his eyes found mine. “I am truly grateful for this, Joanne. You have no idea.” “I suppose it’s my way of paying forward,” I say, lifting one shoulder. He raised his brows as he took a large bite out of the sandwiches, groaning at the taste. “Paying it forward for what?” He asked, his mouth full of food. “Let’s just say, I didn’t have it easy growing up. And then someone saved me…” I tell him. “Almost in the same way that I am trying to save you.”

Elijah pursed his lips in shame “which was three days later.” “I did send my gratitude over to the old house……. But it was only years later that I realized that my appreciation might not have been transferred to you and by then it was too embarrassing for me so I could only wait for my opportunity to repay you.” “There is nothing to repay…” Mark waved his hand with a modest smile “That was just my civic duty, anyone else would have done the same.”

“Okay ma’am, she said and went over to the pool side with Herzl. “Ma’am.” It was the driver. He wanted to remind me that I had not paid up my bill. I opened my purse, put my hand in it and pulled a few notes, and without counting, and gave them to him. That’s one of the little ways I give back to the society. He must not have made as much as I just handed him, today, but he deserves a good life, especially for the fact that this was the only time he would ever have me in his car.

Mason hurriedly agreed to her terms, “Alright, alright, it’s a loan. You can pay it back if you have the money and if you don’t, it’s alright.” Sherry was materialistic and was not one to turn down a freebie, but she still had standards of her own to uphold to. She intended to pay it back to Mason in time, otherwise, things would never get resolved properly between them. She took the envelope and thanked him with a smile, "Thank you, I’ll take the money then.” Mason smiled back at her, "You're welcome, when are you going to pay the money back to John?” “As soon as he comes back."