Novel & Cerita You Owe Me My Love

"Or perhaps there's a punchline left to tell?" "No," I snapped, my voice shaking in spite of my best efforts to sound calm. "There's no punchline. I am telling you now that I love you—so you owe me. You cannot die after promising me heaven and earth. You have to pay up on your promises. My voice cut sharper than I meant, close to a warning. But given all the drama of emotions I'd gone through since last night—the terror of losing him, the pressure of all those things left unspoken—it was all that came out. My heart was still hammering from the time I nearly lost him. I could not pretend anymore. I could not have him believe he was the only person left in this world, not when he was needed so

Mama got you what they owed you. This was only the beginning. Everyone who owed me—I would take it back, piece by piece. And the empire that belonged to me—I would put it at the top of the world. With my own hands. [END]

"She told me she loved me. She told me we would be together forever. And then she just left. She chose Flint. She chose a title and a crown over me." Cara didn't say anything. She just listened. "I gave her everything," I continued. "I protected her. I stood up for her when everyone else called her weak. I didn't care that she was an Omega. I didn't care what anyone thought. I loved her. And she threw it all away." I felt the anger rising in my chest. It mixed with the pain. It made my hands shake. "So yes," I said. "She owes me this debt. She owes me for every sleepless night. She owes me for every drink I took to forget her face. She owes me for every second of the past three years."

This was like a dream come true. As soon as I hit the correct note, I closed my eyes and sang; 'I don't want to dance with somebody else But if you call for me I'll be there And if you need a shoulder to cry on Well, I won't stop until the end My love for you will never fade away It will always shine bright So I'll make you my first and last kiss And then we will surely find a way If there's a ray of light I'll help it burn so bright You only have to light the fire

Three years after my family committed me to a psychiatric hospital, I finally managed to escape. But my freedom didn't mean much, not when the cancer had already metastasized. Knowing my days were numbered, I just wanted one decent meal. I used the pocket change I'd scraped together from collecting recycling to buy an ice cream cone—something I had never been allowed to try before. I stood on the street, happily enjoying it, when a metal chain suddenly whipped across my face. "Chantal is seriously ill, and you have the nerve to stand here enjoying yourself? I knew you always wanted her dead." It was my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years. She screamed hysterically, swinging the heavy met

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show her how much this means to me.” The sentiment struck a chord within me. I thought of Lysaa, of how she had risked everything to help me escape. “I understand,” I said, my voice soft. “I know what it feels like to owe someone a debt so large, it’s impossible to repay. But maybe… maybe you don’t have to. People like Eloane… they don’t do these things expecting something in return. They do it out of love. That kind of love… it’s its own reward.”

I wanted my outside to be as broken as my inside. “Wait,” Grace said. “How will you get me the money? I want to be paid before I get into this.” I nodded, but she obviously couldn’t see it. “I can do that. You’ll have it in your account in an hour.” “Great. Now what do you want from me?” I blinked and I did not wipe away the tears as I settled with the fact that I would probably never be truly loved by anyone I didn’t share blood with. I had to ask myself if I didn’t deserve it.

“Love was never on the table.” “Why? Because of that loser Daniel?” she pressed. “Are you really letting that fool dictate your view on love?” I turned my gaze away, “No, of course not,” I said, rising to my feet. “This has nothing to do with Daniel or that I never gave your men a chance. You are actually right they are nice men but I have no heart to offer any man, it stopped beating four years ago” I plainly stated and requested her to change the topic or I was going to leave.

“Demitra and my father have been married for ten years and they have grown fond of each other. Is it really such an absurd idea that my father can grow to love his own flesh and blood?” He struggled to focus as old anger swelled inside him. He wouldn’t allow Dea to distract him with the mention of Ari Iraklidis. “Are you going to buy Dillon’s love with your inheritance and hope it becomes the real thing one day?” “Do you think that’s the only way I can get love? By paying for it?” Theo heard the crack in her voice and the weak sound pulled at him. “Be careful with this plan, glikia mou,” Theo said roughly as he fought for control over his emotions. “You’ll soon run out of money. And when tha

"This. This right here. This is the reason I kept it from you. I knew. I knew that if you ever found out what I had done, you would do something like this to yourself. You would break apart. You would decide that you owed me some impossible debt and you would tear yourself to pieces trying to repay it. I could not bear it. I cannot bear it. I would rather you hated me for the rest of your life than watch you do this to yourself." I shook my head against his chest. "I do not want your gratitude, Tam," he said. "I never wanted your gratitude. I did not sacrifice anything for you so that you would owe me. I did it because I loved you. Because I have always loved you. Because loving you was neve