Something Borrowed Novels & Stories

Cordelia Locke hurriedly said, "Emily, I know your family isn't well-off. Didn't I lend you two million before when you wanted to buy a house? Now that the bank wants to repossess the house, can you just repay that two million to me?" Emily immediately clutched her chest, portraying a painful expression. "Cordelia, you're truly breaking my heart! You're asking me to repay the money when I'm your best friend? How could you?" Cordelia Locke anxiously said, "I'm not asking you to repay the money, but I've spent all the twenty million I borrowed before. Please return the money I lent you. I'm facing difficulties now, and you should help me!" Emily indignantly said, "I've misjudged you. So, you'r

I muttered before turning to the staircase to climb up the stairs. "Alright then, we don't want to forcefully take them as it goes against some rules so we would have to involve a third party. We'll be back.”. The sound of their footsteps fading echoed then the door slammed. I looked back, and they were all gone. I let out a sigh, my shoulders dropping as my chest heaved in relief. “Fuck!" I cursed, realizing just how much Zoey took from me. She took everything I have worked for. Basically everything! And now I was stuck repaying the multiple loans I borrowed from banks some months ago. I only took the loans because I wanted to make the company even better and invest all the money on a new p

"Speak up if you have something to say or let out your fart quickly. It stinks." Nathan hesitated for a moment, and his already flushed face turned even redder. "Sorry, I had a few drinks." Thea said, "Let's get down to business." Nathan looked around and saw no one, then he shyly said, "Thea, I want to borrow some money from you." Thea widened her eyes and said, "You want to borrow money from me? Ha, Nathan, are you out of your mind?" Nathan was feeling a bit embarrassed, "I really need some financial assistance. Don't worry, I won't mistreat you, I'll give you high interest."

I raised my phone. "This bank account is indeed mine, but I hadn't used it for a long time. I thought I'd lost the card, and since there was no money in it, I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until I saw your transfers into this account that I realized the card wasn't lost. It was taken by Mom." Mom's face shifted between pale and flushed, but she still stubbornly denied it. "That's nonsense! When did I ever take your card? I don't even know your password!"

"Molly, that's a lot of money. Why did you borrow it, and why didn't you come to me sooner?" I lowered my gaze, embarrassment washing over me. "I was desperate, Patrick. It was a few months ago, and I didn't know where else to turn. My rent was due, and I was behind on bills. Kai seemed like a friend, and he offered to help. I thought I could pay him back quickly, but things got worse, and I

I whisper-squealed. “To give you your things back,” Orhan said, sitting down with his bowl. “That’s what people do when they borrow things. They give them back. It’s not a date.” “You don’t get it,” I said, my thumbs already tapping out a reply. I was trying so hard to sound cool. Hey! No problem. Yeah, I’m free. Just let me know when and where. “I get that you’re gonna be useless all day now,” Orhan said, munching his cereal. “And since you tried to poison me, you owe me. I get to pick the movie tonight. And no complaining.”

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

my face tilts at his response . This April! She's not even complete nineteen yet ! That explains her naivety and innocence! And she has opened her shop , well that is impressing about her! He pushes the file he closed towards me and I see her name written on it. Throwing him a look I open the file casually to throw a look at it , I'll read later. The first thing my eyes falls on is her education loan ! Well , she's a debt repayment pay herself and she has loan on herself too!

Three months to secure sponsorship. Three months before London would politely suggest she leave. She began walking toward Liverpool Street station. Behind her, the glass building reflected the city lights back at itself. Borrowed accents. Borrowed spaces. Borrowed time. And somewhere inside that building— A man who walked in without invitation. A man who did not need to adjust his voice. Amara didn’t know his name. But she would. And when she did— It would not be at a networking event. It would be across a table where belonging was negotiated like currency.