Something Borrowed Novel Novels & Stories

Adira said as she stood next to me, making me jump in surprise. “Yeah, they look interesting. Is it okay if I borrow one? I know you don’t know us, but I promise to return it as soon as I’m done reading it,” I said, passing my hands on the books while feeling sparks when I touched them. A current ran through my body and my hand subconsciously traveled to a book with no title on the spine, but it sure caught my attention.

I should have known there was no way I would pay back one million dollars with my petty jobs that barely fed us. I wouldn't know though, I wasn't really thinking when I borrowed the money. The mini-mart I regularly stopped by was around the corner, so I turned to head there. I needed to buy the milk my sister asked for. I was about to place my hand on the handle of the revolving door of the mini-mart when I noticed the shadows behind me. I frowned and looked properly, they were shadows of three hefty men. I whipped my head instinctively to look behind and I saw them.

I believed in him. A few moments later, I moved through the shelves slowly, running my fingers on the spines of new books, wondering which one would be a good read. I was through with the ones I had selected. I needed a book out get invested in to kill time. I had too many choices, they were all attractive. Shrugging picked a book. I concluded any would l do as I flipped through it's pages. I got engrossed pretty soon. I spent my whole day with the books in the library. Time flew by really fast. I didn't notice a thick blanket of darkness had already covered the skies, it was night already. I knew I had to be home soon, but I decided to read one more book, or borrow if I had to. Just then, m

“Dad, I think it's time for me to steal this book. Just maybe then, I will be able to read your investment and business plan book and understand it.” I laughed on hearing that because she picked up Ben Carson's, Think Big, novel. I'm certain she thought the “Think Big” meant she was practically going to think like an adult. “It's a good book, my dear.” You should. She stretched herself to get to the novel and picked out the book. She dropped a twenty dollar note into the BNM( Borrow Novel Money) box. It was a tradition in my house that for every book borrowed, we placed twenty dollars into the box to make it feel worthy of a price paid for in everyone's hand even though it must be returned.

It burst open on impact, spilling wads of cash onto the surface. The room fell silent. My father—Charles lunged for the money, his hands trembling as he rifled through the stacks. "Where did you get this?" He demanded, his voice tinged with greed. Marianne was quicker. She snatched a few bills, stuffing them into her robe. “You stole this, didn’t you? Or worse... You’ve been spreading your legs at that bar of yours for men like your mother used to!” I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to snap. “I borrowed it from a firm my boss introduced me to. It’s enough to pay off the debt and save the house."

Nevertheless, he never thought of abandoning me, nor did he expect me to disappear from their lives. "Mr. Shaw." A maid in the living room spoke up after finding a note and a bank card I had left behind.

"You have something of mine. I'd like it back." Elijah bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing. "Dude, did you just quote a Draco Malfoy line? You're such a nerd." "You borrowed my Little Women book without even asking permission. So basically that's stealing. You stole my book!" I exclaimed, flailing my hands up in the air. "Give it back before I beat your ass." "Okay. I admit that what I did was wrong, but Rory wanted to borrow it." Elijah explained immediately before grabbing something from his shelf. "Here. Not harmed."

I didn't found it. Who would stole it here? Our house is well closed. But why it was stolen? Is there someone who also have a keys the same with mine and uncle? It is impossible for that to happen. It suddenly occurred to me the conversation earlier between the teachers within the faculty. Mrs. Vega tolled them that the book we borrowed was already in the hand of Brenda. Who is this Brenda? Why would she try to steal it?

I ask her "10 million" she shrugs again. Did I just hear wrong this stupid girl owes people ten million? "Lord bless everything that is holy. How did you even come to owing them that much?" I ask in shock. She takes gum out of her jacket and chucks it into her mouth. "I borrowed it from them" she shrugs as if borrowing that much money was not a crime. Who would borrow that much money to someone with no credit. Then it hits me like a freight train.

I’m just the one who finally admitted it. I stayed on the floor for hours. I was stripping away the ghost. I was deciding what was mine and what was merely borrowed. The apartment, the clothes, the status, the expectations—it was all borrowed. It was all a loan from a firm that charged interest in the form of my own soul.