Something Borrowed Novels & Stories

I’m just the one who finally admitted it. I stayed on the floor for hours. I was stripping away the ghost. I was deciding what was mine and what was merely borrowed. The apartment, the clothes, the status, the expectations—it was all borrowed. It was all a loan from a firm that charged interest in the form of my own soul.

It is an unknown contact. Unknown: Now you want to know? I squeeze my fingers around the phone. I know who this is, although nameless. Unknown: Easy job. One night. Good money. I stammer, and my heart is faster. Me: How much? The reply comes quickly. Unknown: Just enough to mend your troubles. I gulp. Rent. Food. Information about my parents. All the things I never have. "What if I say no?" I whisper under my breath. The phone buzzes again.

" 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.

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

"The year after graduation, I worked like my life depended on it. I took three side jobs and didn't stop for a minute. I finally saved seventy-five thousand dollars, and with the fifteen thousand you contributed, we made the down payment on our wedding home. "But on our wedding day, I found out the house was under your mother's name. "Because I loved you, I swallowed it. "Later, when your parents wanted to move in from their hometown, you let them live in the house and took me out to rent a place. "The mortgage was deducted from my salary every month. I gave your mother three thousand a month for living expenses. What about your money? You said you were saving it so we could buy a bigger hou

Inside were all the records of money Dylan owed me. January 23, 2025, morning: borrowed $50 for a pillow. January 23, 2025, evening: borrowed $200 for wedding shoes. January 24, 2025: borrowed $4,000 for Kelsey's abortion. January 28, 2025, afternoon: borrowed $5,000 for a refrigerator. January 28, 2025, evening: borrowed $3,000 to rent a suit and wedding dress. There were 220 entries in total.

Loving on a borrowed time Larry was fixing his gaze on his desktop trying to decipher the numerical figures that were displayed on the spreadsheet in his ledger . He was looking nervous as he was struggling to balance the numbers that seemed to be confusing him every time he tried to look at them. He was having a meeting in a thirty minute's time. "Oh damn", he said as he was re-working on a same column that seemed to be giving him a hard time.

Kara listened attentively, waiting for me to gather myself up. “I am paying a debt,” I called it out. She stared at me as she waited for me to elaborate. But I left it at that. A few seconds ticked before she nodded, aware that I had nothing more to say. “That’s weird.” She said, almost to herself. I raised my head to look at her. “Master never brings anyone to his house. Especially if you owe something to the Syndicate.” Master? Syndicate? Just what the hell was going on?

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

They were only borrowing the money, and once they started earning, they would definitely pay Deborah back. Loraine had no choice but to go talk to Deborah. Deborah was fuming when she heard the amount Loraine was asking for. How dare that b*tch ask for such a huge amount? Borrowing her that much money? As if she had the ability to pay Deborah back! More importantly, Deborah had no idea where to get such a huge sum of money from in such a short amount of time.