Something Borrowed Novels & Stories

It felt like borrowed love—temporary, uncertain, like skating through someone else’s story hoping not to fall. And I was gliding straight into it… torn between what was real and what we’d agreed to pretend. I told Liam I was protecting Katrina. I told myself that she didn’t belong in this chaos. But if I’m being honest... i still love her. At least, I think I do. But then again… is it love? Or just the feeling that I owe her too much to let go? She trusted me and saved me when no one else did. Believed in the version of me I hadn't even become yet.

“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

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."

“Roxette… baby, please. Help me. I need this. Just give them what you can. Please.” I stood there, chest heaving, anger and frustration boiling over so fast I could barely think straight. My hands shook. My eyes burned with unshed tears. She did this again. She borrowed fifty thousand dollars and now she’s looking at me like I’m supposed to magically fix it? Like I’m her personal ATM? “You borrowed fifty thousand?” My voice came out sharp and trembling. “For what? We're already in debt! And now you’re standing here while they destroy our home, begging me to pay for it?”

It wasn't until then that Ethan finally allowed Rosalie to leave the house. I followed Rosalie, who was in a disheartened state, back to the Talbot residence. Roxanne cried so much that her eyes were swollen. Roxanne was used to being dependent her entire life. Now with a huge debt on her shoulders, she was completely at sea. Her eyes lit up when she saw Rosalie. She walked up to Rosalie and held her hands. "Rosalie, we've lost everything! Everything! Your dad left us such a huge debt too. What should we do, Rosalie?"

"Clay, you know all we ever had between us was friendship and very kinky sex. Brad's my guy. Forever. Still..." "Still, you wanted a little taste of forbidden fruit to settle the pre-wedding jitters," he finished for her. "Just for this once. And it has to be someone we both know and agree on. That's why we decided to borrow you." Now he threw his head back and his laugh was full and deep. "So I'm the something borrowed?" "Is that okay?" she asked. Clay looked from one to the other. "If you're both good with this then sure, I'm more than happy to oblige."