Something Borrowed Novel Novels & Stories

" I looked at Trent as he stood there, pushing me into a corner, and then at Camille with that cold smirk on her face. Over the years, Trent had borrowed money, mooched meals, and never paid back a cent, all in the name of brotherhood. Camille was no better. She had access to my bank account and sent money to her parents every month without asking. Still, the holiday was right around the corner and I did not want to start a fight over something like this. "Fine. Take it." I took a deep breath, picked up the key, and handed it to Trent. Trent snatched it out of my hand and grinned. "That's more like it.

My mom stole my dad's name and his status as the top-ranked student in the state, then gave them to her childhood sweetheart. From then on, the two thieves soared to the top. One was admitted to Ashford University and went on to become a computer science professor at one of the country's top universities. The other attended Westbridge University and became a nationally recognized expert in education. … Meanwhile, my dad was left without a legal identity, spending his entire life scraping by through odd jobs and backbreaking labor. Years later, I inherited his talent and founded a leading AI technology company, making a name for myself in the industry. Potential partners were constantl

And if Clark’s death—and her baby’s—had taught her anything, it was that there was no such thing as second chances. * * * * * I hope you enjoyed Borrowing Amor! Continue to the next episode to read Ruby's story in, BORROWING LOVE.

Over and over, she tried to console herself that she only borrowed it and would eventually return it once she was done. Climbing out of her bed, she went to the side table and grabbed the book by its spine, and when the pages slightly ruffled, a loose leaf fell from it. It was so old that the bindings were starting to break. Clara sighed and decided that maybe she could fix its bindings before returning them.

Aurora Gabriel curiously walked around the cafe, the shop was quite empty, with only a few people sitting, the space was very quiet, in that space echoing jazz music made people feel quite nostalgic. Aurora Gabriel was attracted by a book on the shelf, she curiously took it and went to the table to wait for a drink. “Can I borrow books to read here?” “All the things here can be borrowed, just not taken away.” "Thank you!" Originally a prestigious lady of a rich family, Aurora Gabriel has of course read through many books, including books written by the famous female writer Stephenie Meyer.

"My wife won't have to lift a finger for anything in the future!" Toph said seriously, looking at Renee. "Have you read 'Gone with the Wind'?" Not well-versed in literature, Renee shook her head with slight embarrassment. Toph spoke gently. "In the book, there's a part where the female protagonist falls into difficulties and goes to the male protagonist to borrow money. Despite previously claiming to live luxuriously, the male protagonist could tell from her appearance that she was struggling just by looking at her hands. They were rough, giving away her true situation... Do you understand why?"

" Are you okay?" "Yeah. Yeah." I replied breathlessly. I took another step forward and something moved in the pocket of my dress. On instinct, I pushed my hand into the pocket of my floor length dress just to feel something hard grazing my fingers. It was that book I'd stolen from in here earlier, the one Noah asked me to go with. I decided to return it because, there was really nothing I could do with it since it didn't belong to Noah's mother and Madame Alexis had no idea who the initials belonged to. We'd hit a dead end and it was time to start afresh. "Where did you say you got the book from?" Zoe called. I pointed to an area slightly illuminated. The lightning was dim, a warm yellow glo

The office was almost completely empty now, and my reflection on the tall glass windows looked tired, but determined. I thought back to that night eight years ago. I thought back to the hotel room, to Maverick's large body sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then to his Rolex wrist watch glinting even under the dim light. I would never forget how fast my heart had been pounding in my chest when I slipped the watch into my pocket and ran out barefoot, not daring to look back. I honestly didn't mean to steal it, not really. But I needed the money for my sick mother, and selling that wrist watch had saved her life.

Independence was my armour. And yet, here I was: dodging payments, buying time, scrambling to keep everything afloat. It stung, knowing how much my dad boasted about me to everyone, painting me as this unstoppable success. If only he knew how tight things had gotten. But that was the thing about pride, it didn't pay the bills. So when the Rutherford family, fabulously wealthy and even more fabulously dramatic, called me after I'd planned their younger son's wedding, I knew exactly what they wanted.

"Michael Smith, are you seriously accusing me of telling the shop to swap your laptop parts? Are you crazy? What would I even gain from that?" "What would you gain?" I repeated coldly. "Maybe you thought I wouldn't notice, or maybe you just didn't care." "You're slandering me!" he yelled. "The report is in my hands," I said firmly. "It's officially stamped and documented. You owe me 7,000 dollars." "7,000 dollars?" he screamed. "Michael, are you insane? I just borrowed your stupid laptop, and now you're saying I owe you 7,000 dollars? Why don't you just rob a bank?"