Paying It Forward Novels & Stories

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

But now he sighed and leaned one shoulder against the frame. “You’re not leaving,” he said. Mya blinked. “I… I can’t pay—” “I know,” Pike interrupted gently. “But you’re not leaving. You’ll pay me back once you’re on your feet.” Her throat tightened. “Pike, that’s—” “Don’t thank me yet,” he said, holding up a hand. “I need you to do something in return. Not money. Initiative.” Her brows furrowed. “Initiative?”

He beat her until she miscarried, then sent her to work at a nightclub. I was somewhat surprised but felt no sympathy. After all, when Kayla wanted to send me to those thugs, she hadn't shown any mercy either. At this point, Vincent's tone became eager as he came to seek credit. "Lyddie, I got revenge on all those people who disrespected you back then. I bankrupted their families. Tell me, how else would you like me to deal with them?" Although I couldn't see him, I could vaguely imagine him looking like a tail-wagging puppy. I sighed and praised him, and he went off happily to make soup for me.

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.”

I wanted to pay it forward the same way Miss Sally helped me and, indirectly, my parents. Now that they had money in the bank, they seemed so much more relaxed and happier. My father was even considering purchasing the hardware store, which I thought was a great idea. It would keep both of them busy and they could earn a living of their own. I made them promise not to worry about paying the money back to me, and it took a little bit of convincing, but they finally accepted my gift.

I know it can’t change anything I did, but please accept it and use it to pay for your sister’s bill. She checked her bank account right away. It was true what Jacob said. He transferred a million to her account. It was as if he bought her forgiveness, but what else could she do? As she truly needed money to pay for the credit card bill next month, pride wouldn’t help anything. So, swallowing her hurt, she texted him. ‘Thank you for the money. Though it changed nothing, I appreciate it. I’ll return the money when I already have it.’ Jacob replied, ‘No need to return the money. It’s all yours. My prayer for Jillian’s recovery.’

What was this? "Look, you're a great guy. You've helped me from school. Feed and accommodated me so far and that was nice of you. If you want, I can repay you a little time from now." She said with the face still facing the other way. "Infact, you know what?" She paused and then brought her face back to him. "I would pay you everything you spent on me. I wouldn't want you to say I am indebted to you or anything like that. It might tarnsih my image in the near future. So do this for me," she turned to her side as she opened her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, alongside a pen. "Here is a piece of paper. Use it. Write down every I owe you you. I promise I would pay it back. Maybe with inte

"No worries! I've got this one covered. Consider it a random act of kindness." The lady's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and gratitude filling her. "Oh, you don’t need to bother yourself I couldn't possibly—" But Layla was already signaling the waiter and handing over her card. "It's no trouble at all. We've all been there at some point. Just promise me you'll pay it forward someday." Reluctantly, the lady accepted her generosity, thanking her profusely. As Layla returned to her table, she couldn't help but feel a wave of relief. The embarrassing situation had been averted, thanks to the kindness of Layla.

Her father asked impatiently. "Your beautiful daughter will pay the debt for you." His eyes bored holes into her skin and she felt more bitter tears reaching the brink of her eyes. She knew where this was going. "Huh? Sasha…" he looked at his daughter who was looking at the ground as if holding it for support with her stare. "Yes. In exchange for the payment, your daughter will be mine." Her father fell on the floor, making Sasha bend down and hold his shoulders. He joined his hands, as tears fell down his eyes. "Please, Sir. Don't do that. I promise I will pay you. Please show some mercy."

"I'm gonna be using it to pay for the debt little by little, it'll go a long way in refunding your money" "Arrrgh" Ethan groaned. "Are you serious about paying back?" He asked. "Of course " Irish said, "And please do not refuse" She added. "I'm gonna keep giving you your pay and you can save it yourself to pay me back when it's complete" Ethan said. "Fine then " Irish said. "You're making me feel bad for wanting to pay back, i never asked you too" Ethan said. "I know but i want to. Please" Irish said.