The Debt Of Time Novels & Stories

“Records? What sorts of records are you talking about, Zeke?” “He has debts,” Zeke confirmed, his voice dropping to a low growl. “Big, ugly debts, mostly to my father’s shell corporations, but others, too. He’s always been reckless with capital. The debt he paid off with your name is just one of many, there’s a long list of angry debtors he’s stacking up.” I smiled. “This is your big plan, isn’t it?”

He said, and I frowned, not understanding what he was trying to say. "Your father's debt was Eight hundred thousand Leer, which I planned on using money from my trust fund to pay, but as of this morning, his debt tripled. Two million four hundred thousand Leer. Apparently, your father gambled last night, putting all on the line." I could not let him finish his sentence when I screamed. I screamed with all my might. He covered my mouth and held me. I began to cry. Why were we cursed with the bastard? What kind of an idiot is he? How the hell could anyone pay two million four hundred thousand Leer? There is no way we can come up with that money. That is ninety-five years of servitude multiplie

itself into extinction. "You think the 'Debt' was an 'Exploitation', Avery-Node?" the Creditor-Prime asked, her voice vibrating with the frequency of a dying star. "The 'Debt' was the 'Anchor.' Without the 'Interest' we harvested, there was no 'Energy' to keep the 'Timeline' from 'Shattering.' I am the version of you that 'Survived' by 'Optimizing' the pain." The Anatomy of the Causal-Loop

“If you had taught me how to become a pathological liar, I could lie. But this is the truth. You forget, we have a debt to pay.” Gregory drew back as if she had slapped him. He didn’t want to think of the debt, he was working his way to even more powerful creatures, way up in the food chain by whose mercy, the debt would’ve been wiped off entirely. No debt to begin with. Vanessa thought the debt was monetary. It was his fault for keeping things from her. He himself was unaware of the nature or the extent of it but his instincts told him money stood no chance against the demands of repayment.

"But I assure you, the pack is in capable hands." "Well I don’t think so" Alfonso leans forward again, "Because I'm starting to wonder if this debt is ever going to be repaid. Your father, or your stepfather was very competent and it took him six years to pay half of the debt. The remaining half of the debt on your head. I wonder if you’re competent enough to pay me. You know the time frame for you to pay me is expiring. You have just three months left”

I whispered, more to myself than to him. Dominus nodded once, his jaw tightening. “They’ve been watching for a while. And now…” He stopped himself, rubbed a hand over his face, then looked at me squarely. “You’re running out of time, Lu. If you value your life, you need to pay that debt. Soon. As soon as possible.”

"There is one small issue." "Which is?" Vane looked at her, his grey eyes softening into something that looked dangerously like genuine love. "The 'Universal Dividend' you issued... it created a new kind of debt. One that isn't paid in souls or currency." "Then what is it paid in?" Vane leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. "Time," he whispered. "And we have an eternity of it to settle up." ************* The doors to the Ninth Circle suddenly groaned. Not from the outside, but from below.

And apparently, he owned my father. "Why were you dealing with him?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the sudden roaring in my ears. "Why would he even look at a small-time business like ours?" "He didn't," my mother interrupted, her voice breaking as she turned to face us. "He bought the debt from the banks when the interest rates ballooned. He consolidated everything. And now... he’s called the debt due. All of it. Tomorrow." I looked from my mother’s tear-streaked face to my father’s bowed head. The reality began to sink in, a slow, freezing tide. "How much?"

she checked her watch “—ninety minutes.” Mia opened the folder with hands that weren’t quite steady. Financial statements. A trust agreement. And near the bottom, a single handwritten letter, Eleanor Vane’s signature at the bottom, dated two years before her death. “Read it,” Diane said quietly. “Both of you should hear it before you walk into that hearing.” Damian read it aloud, his voice growing tighter with every line.

Serafina "Fina" Cattaneo has spent seventeen years hiding the gift that destroyed her family. By day, she's a brilliant forensic accountant who trusts only numbers. In secret, she's the last surviving Ledger Reader—a rare bloodline able to see the invisible marks that every promise, betrayal, and murder leaves on human skin. It's the same gift that drove her mother to madness and death. When the FBI sends Fina undercover to audit the powerful Moretti Capital, she expects to uncover financial crimes—not impossible magic. The marks covering Matteo Moretti's skin tell a story unlike anything she's ever seen: inherited debts, centuries old, and someone desperately trying to erase them