Your Paid Story Novels & Stories

“You deserved it dear. Your late night shift didn't go to waste” “I know right. Alright bye” I waved at them as they drove away. I stare at the disappearing figure of the car. Today was indeed one of the best day of my life. I have the people supporting me. When I know who to turn to when thing gets hard. I made a mental note to call my parents first thing tomorrow morning. I haven't told them about the news. And my salary will be paid tomorrow. I will send the amount I usually send to them. Then I will keep the rest to manage. My pay will increase but that will be the following month. It will cover up a lot of expenses for me. Maybe I will get to finish paying off the debt. I heaved out a s

"I could not afford to eat outside." Although I have a project now, I rejected Wayne's early payment. I told him that I would accept the payment after the comic was published. So I only have my savings and the income I have from my previous projects. In some sense, I am not lying. Layla pouted. "I am the one who would be paying." "You? I thought you are saving money. Don't bother, let's just wait for the chef to deliver the food here." Then I will lock myself in the room again.

Aaron’s POV “Done.” The principal looked up from the computer with a small smile. I smiled back, reaching for my bag to be in my way. “Thank you sir. I appreciate it.” “And uh,” he said quickly, stopping me as I turned to walk away. “You know what to do.” I smiled wider. It wasn’t a question at this point. I did indeed. Funny how it was the money Aaron paid me that I was going to use to sabotage him. “Of course. I wouldn’t jeopardize our

"Since I was little, my dad kept an account book. He said raising me from birth to college graduation cost him $1.2 million. I only finished paying that back the year before last. "I thought life would get easier after that, but then I got laid off. Now I only make a little over three thousand dollars a month. I really do not have money to pay you back." "Max." Dylan tightened his grip on my wrist. Tears poured down his face, and his voice was hoarse. "Do not make me pay this money back. Consider it a buyout fee for our friendship." I laughed. In thirty-three years of living, it was the first time I had heard such a shameless request.

The horrors of what I had experienced were still burning vividly in my mind. In the past, I excitedly went on stage to receive the prize. I wanted to use that money to get my mother a new phone. But Vincent suddenly announced that he had doubled the prize because my performance last year was outstanding. In the end, I received $6,000. But before I could feel happy, Cathy egged me on to treat them, and Vincent threatened to fire me if I ruined the mood. In the end, I had to pay for the Christmas meal that Vincent had preordered, and I paid an additional $50,000.

“That’s because none of you has asked. The pack has not been the one paying you. I have been paying you from my own pocket.” “But how do you… ” “I have companies, you idiot. I make my money through the companies, my investments in different companies out there. The money comes in, and I immediately endorse it to the people around the table… which is you all. And then I have to use the remaining to work the things in the pack, which is the pack money that I get.” I scoffed. I couldn’t believe that I was working with leeches all this time.

We don't choose jobs; that is why Aunt Sonia always puts us on her list. "And girls, I have good news for you, your weekends for next month is full already, and the client paid in advance. So, I will make an online transfer to your bank account and paid your salary in advance." Aunt Sonia said, and I can't stop myself from feeling sad, since I was thinking of having a date with Ashton, but I can't say no to Aunt Sonia since I don't want to disappoint her, and we are paid in advance.

Zendaya’s POV Hours after I had been paid the money. I was on the phone with the sex worker who had slept with Alexander. “I really appreciate what you did,” I thanked her as we laughed over the phone. With a tap of a button I sent her the money she was due. “Oh my! Thank you so much! This is more than I expected from you,” the woman yelled in excitement but this was nothing when compared to how happy I was. She deserved more than this for what she had done for me.

“Your login is your student email. Your portal tracks all hours worked. You’re at fifteen an hour.” I blink. “Fifteen?” “We pay fair,” Jamie says simply. “Creative work is still work.” I log in. The dashboard loads. My pay rate appears at the top: $15.00 / hr — Media Assistant A real wage. A job connected to something I actually enjoy. Something that doesn’t make me feel like I’m pretending to be a different version of myself. I take a quick photo of the screen and send it to Seth. Me: Look. He replies almost instantly.

... "Mr. Lancaster is right. We'd never hire someone like you." "After this stunt? No company would want you." "Go back to Judy Bianchi and serve her well." As the chorus grew, Oscar's expression soured. He grew desperate. "Everyone, listen to me. I need this badly. Judy hasn't paid me in months. I'm scraping by. Please, help me out. I can't keep going like this. I'll starve." He whimpered theatrically, but no one bought his act.