Paying It Forward Novels & Stories

I reached for my bag but Ryan's voice stopped me. "It's okay I got it." "What? No I can't let you pay." I shook my head. I hated when people paid for me. "No worries, I got it." Ryan sent me a soft smile. I felt insanely bad. "I feel so bad. At least let me pay you for my half." "Trust me Bella he won't take it." Harold spoke up. "Nope. Trust me it's fine." "Fine." I sighed, but I already was planning on making it up to him somehow. My mom always taught me to pay people back even if it’s an act of kindness.

Her ears were itching to hear those words. Feeling ignored but not offended, Nita touched Grace's arm and said, "I will try my best to make you happy to repay your great kindness in my life, Grace." Ever since Grace helped Nita with some financial issues when her dad was hospitalized, she felt indebted to her. In fact, she was the only one who was there for her, even when all of her relatives refused to lend a helping hand. Therefore, she was determined to repay her kindness. "Pay it forward. I didn't help you just to expect something in return." Grace refused Nita's offer to set her up with Mario. “And please note this. I don't like rich men."

“I c-can d-do anything in return, just help my home.” This woman was willing to do anything for his help when he clearly told her that he will repay her. This woman is not even thinking about him helping her as his "payment" for her help. She came here thinking that his help would be a favor that she needed to return. Goodness, this woman is not thinking about her own welfare!

And whatever you meant by it — it worked. I remember now. I won’t forget again. We mailed it with no return address. Just in case. And we changed the kids’ school pickup protocols. Just in case. And we installed a second security layer at the house. Just in case. Because trauma teaches you that peace is borrowed. But love? Love is paid forward.

What on earth? "Uh... You don't have to pay, really. The last thing I want is payment. Since we're very small here, why not look out for each other? I help you today, tomorrow you might just do it for someone else and slowly the world is a great place." I paused, deciding to add comic relief. "Besides, you watched TV with me yesterday. If you pay me, then l will pay you for the inconvenience of letting yourself watch that."

“You think he’s better than me? You think he can make you happier?” “It’s not about him being better. It’s about me finding my own happiness, Julian. Something you never let me do.” Julian stepped back, his bravado faltering. “So, this is it? You’re just going to turn your back on everything we had?” “No, Julian,” she said firmly. “I’m turning my back on the pain you caused me. I’m moving forward, and I want to do that without the weight of our past holding me back.” “I don’t want to lose you,” he said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

~ Jesse, It is a tradition among the wolves that when one gives aid to another, a forfeit is offered. I don’t think the humans use this term the way we do, so I will explain: Last night you helped me overcome a difficult moment, as well as offering me solace in the wake of it. In return, I offer you a forfeit. It is, in essence, a debt. I am indebted to you. So, should you find yourself in need at any time, you must call for me. I will aid you and comfort you in your trial, as you did in mine.

Yet, it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. "She used to be." Lillian seemed to realize something and didn't press further. She glanced at her watch and said, "I have to hand over my shift now. Get some rest." With that, she pulled a name card from her pocket. "This is my phone number. If you need anything, you can call me." I took the card. Beside the phone number, there was a line penned by hand, "No obstacle in life is insurmountable." As I watched her leave, I suddenly felt that this world might not be as cold as I'd imagined.

"Eighth grade: I owe Mom 3,800 dollars for an emergency appendectomy. To pay it off, I performed all household labors through ninth grade at a wage of 100 dollars a month, totaling 1,200 dollars. The remaining 2,600 dollars was paid via Christmas gift money and proceeds from selling junk. "Senior year: I fainted and was hospitalized. Owed Mom 600 dollars. Paid in full with summer job wages." I kept flipping, the pages snapping in the silence as the crowd grew still. "In that house, every bite of food I ate and every rag I wore came with a price tag." I closed the ledger and looked Arnold straight in the eye. "Mom taught me the rule of quid pro quo from an early age. "She taught me there is n

Aaron’s POV “Done.” The principal looked up from the computer with a small smile. I smiled back, reaching for my bag to be in my way. “Thank you sir. I appreciate it.” “And uh,” he said quickly, stopping me as I turned to walk away. “You know what to do.” I smiled wider. It wasn’t a question at this point. I did indeed. Funny how it was the money Aaron paid me that I was going to use to sabotage him. “Of course. I wouldn’t jeopardize our