Something Borrowed Novels & Stories

"You sure you didn't buy a refurbished one?" Zack asked. "I got it from the official store." My throat felt dry. "Three months ago." Three months earlier, right after I bought the laptop, Vivian begged to borrow it. "Lindsay, my company's starting this short-form video project, and I'm doing the editing." She grabbed my arm, practically bouncing. "My trash laptop can't even run 1080P without choking. Yours is crazy fast. Let me borrow it for a month? I swear I'll be careful."

If he was talking about the amount of money that he 'borrowed' since last semester, it was an ungodly amount. Suddenly, bad memories of him borrowing money from me flooded inside my mind. I remembered him taking all the pocket money that my parents gave me for the month, resulting me to have to starve the whole time, and also him appearing out of nowhere and took my money away while I was on my way to buy my favorite figurines, that it resulted in me to have to find the remaining figurines from any online store as they were a limited edition one, and have to pay twice the actual price for the same figurine too. I clenched my fist angrily.

“You don’t understand-“ “Oh, I think I do” Marcus reached forward and snagged a piece of paper from my numb fingers, it was a copy of the signed document where I’d stated in writing the amount I was to borrow, payment plan and acceptance of any punishment in failure to pay as specified. It was all there, including my thumbprint at the bottom. You are aware those people are known to take a limb when you are late on a payment? And to borrow so much money” he clicked his teeth against his tongue. “The interest rates are through the roof too, you might just be in a lifetime of debts darling”

"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?"

Just ran a hand through his already-mussed hair and winced when his fingers touched a bruise near his scalp. “Debt,” he finally said. “And people. The kind that don’t leave you alone when you try to back out.” “Drugs?” “What? No!” “Then what?” James exhaled heavily. “I borrowed a loan,” he finally said, voice low. “I had no other choice, Captain. I needed the money.” My eyes narrowed. “A loan?” He nodded, slow and miserable. “How much?” He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything before he even opened his mouth.

"No, no, no! I'll give you the money! Didn't I already give you 30 million dollars? I hope you'll be lenient and give me just a few more days. I also need time to collect the money—" "Our boss has already been lenient with you for many days! Don't forget that you borrowed 90 million dollars! That's not even counting the interest you've accumulated! I'll give you an hour. If you can't give us the full amount in that time frame you can kiss your son goodbye."

“Or we take a ten thousand dollar loan from Caroline, pay our bills, and have breathing room.” “And owe her money we might never be able to pay back.” “She’s not charging interest. She’s not demanding repayment. She’s helping because she wants to.” I wanted to argue. Wanted to say we could survive without borrowing. But another contraction—small, but present—reminded me this wasn’t about pride anymore. “Five thousand,” I said. “Not ten. We borrow five thousand, pay the immediate bills, and stretch every other dollar.” “Deal.” Alex called Caroline, who transferred money within the hour. No questions. No judgment. Just help.

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.

"There's something in there that can prove my innocence." Edmund hesitated for a moment, then reached into my pocket and pulled out a tissue. When he saw what was written on it, his expression changed instantly.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S