Something Borrowed Novel Novels & Stories

However, I just calmly took the keys from him, pocketed them, and continued up the stairs. I began packing the next day, throwing out or donating most of my belongings. I was planning to buy them new and start fresh in that apartment. I also began coming home later and later every night. I was basically absent from the dinner table most of the time. The belongings in my room began getting fewer and fewer. My bookshelf was emptied first, followed by my wardrobe, then my dressing table. There was only a single jewelry box sitting by itself in the center of the table. I didn't get home till past 10:00 pm that day.

Rachel was more than just an old friend to Winnie. She was her savior. Back then, when the Sage family went bankrupt, everyone avoided the once-proud Ms. Sage as if she were cursed. Even I had 'betrayed' her. Only Rachel had not cared about any of that. She personally performed the heart transplant that saved Winnie's life. Later, when Winnie was at her lowest, broken and hopeless, it was Rachel who lent her every cent of her savings, helping her rise from the ashes.

I took half the stack without asking. "I had it." "You were about to drop it." "I was managing." "Barely." I glanced at the top book on the stack… not one of Brian's at all, but a battered volume on gemstone cutting I recognized from the library shelves. "This one isn't his." "No." She didn't elaborate right away, a faint color rising that had nothing to do with the earlier moment. "I've been reading up on settings. Proper ones, not just what I can figure out from sketches."

When I was ten years old, my parents died in a car accident. Our relatives came to the funeral home, cried, and left as though they had just finished a chore. Only my aunt stayed behind. She handled all the funeral arrangements and took me home with her. "Don't you worry about your parents' debts, sweetheart. I'll take care of them." Back then, I did not understand what debt meant. Then one day, long after I had grown up, I stumbled across a ledger in her drawer. It listed names, amounts, and dates, all recorded down to the cent. I was so moved that once I started working, I kept only enough to live on and gave the rest to my aunt to pay off the debt. While I was on a work assignment ou

The day my aunt suffered heart failure, my father had my mother strapped to an operating table and forcibly took her heart, giving it to my aunt and buying her another ten years of life. That day, I left home and devoted myself to my studies. I eventually entered the medical research institute with the highest score in the entire country. Ten years later, I developed an artificial heart and became a highly sought-after medical expert. Countless people came to me, desperate for a chance to receive one of my artificial hearts. One day, my assistant handed me the latest application list. At the very top of the list was my aunt's name. I picked up my pen and crossed it out. "Denied. And put

I heard from my other high school friends that Miranda's parents had borrowed a lot of money from loan sharks to throw the graduation banquet for her and even told the attending guests not to bother with any gifts. Yet, after the results were announced, the entire household fell into a state of shock and chaos. They tried contacting the people on the guest lists asking for monetary gifts to make up for their loss, but it was too late by then because everyone simply treated them as a joke. They had also initially hoped to repay the money borrowed from the loan sharks with the scholarship money, but of course, they never received a single cent. The loan sharks got demanding and said that the K

Derrick frowned. “What, is it not enough?” I looked away from the card and met his eyes. “I cannot use this money.” Nothing in this world could be taken with me when I left. The original Harriet had already died from her adoptive parents’ abuse before I ever entered this world. The only thing she left behind was her desperate wish to return home. This compensation meant nothing. At that moment, Sheila leaned against Mom’s shoulder and spoke with complete sincerity. “Take it, Sis.

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

“That book was written for someone in a story. A fox girl. It wasn’t supposed to be about me.” “It is now, so you now steal books from library not just a library but the forbidden one”, Rowan said grimly, and as he spoke, the ink on the page began to shift again, new words bleeding slowly into place beneath the first line, forming themselves letter by letter as though something, somewhere, had only just decided to finish writing my story. “I will return it, I didn't steal it Rowan”. I answered him. The buried line wakes. The hunter already knows her name.

I had no idea where else I would find it if a copy wasn’t in this library. "Funny,” she began turning her full attention to me, “that book has been seated on that shelf for as long as I’ve been here,” she began her eyes trailing to the shelf behind me, I turned slightly to look at the shelf as she continued, “ it was just borrowed out yesterday by some guy, it’s a rare copy, that's why I remember it so well, plus the guy that borrowed it was quite the catch," she finished with a wink. My heart fell at this, now getting more desperate, "do you, maybe know when he will be bringing it back. Or who he is in the least?" I asked.