It's Payback Time Novels & Stories

After a brief period of silence, Ethan asked, "When did you say your boss returned to London?" "I mentioned that he arrived today," Alfie replied. Ethan took a deep breath and said, "It appears that you and your boss share a close relationship, yet you have never mentioned it." "Um, Ethan, I do not quite understand why you would say that," Alfie responded. "It is merely that I find your good fortune surprising, and it seems unusual that it all occurred so suddenly," Ethan explained. "Haha, I understand your perspective; it did happen rather suddenly, but it is a result of my hard work and dedication, as you noted earlier. Do you not believe I deserve it?" Alfie laughed and inquired.

mode… “…” This is payback, right?! This is definitely his payback! ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

"You're an adult. When you make a mistake, you pay the price. That's the rule." I didn't glance back at her cries. I strode out of the bank. The sun was perfect. The suffocating stench of money and arrogance was gone. My phone vibrated. It was a message from my former boss. [Claire, it was all a misunderstanding. When will you come back? The deputy manager position is yours.] I smiled and blocked him. A company that survives on opportunism and sycophancy isn't worth staying at. The wind around the corner was crisp. I took a deep breath of freedom.

The weight of the decision presses on her, but she knows what’s at stake. “Am I ready?” she whispered to herself again. Will Sophia send the message and start the battle that could change everything? Could she finally say, it's payback time, my ex-husband?

She paused, “Let us forget about yesterday.” Only then did I understand what her ‘payback’ means. She is good at paying her debts but she lacks the ability to share out herself. She is not into helping without gaining something. What a lass! I stared at her waiting gaze, waiting for my delayed reply. What can I say? “Easier said than done,” I finally responded as placed the cup on the table, as if, “In due time, it will fade away.” --in due time, as long as nothing is triggering you to remember, for example, her not existing anymore.

However, I eventually got so tired of it that I just moved to live with a rival pack. I thought that would be the end of it. However, a year later, I found myself at Adam's funeral, surrounded by whispers from the pack. "They say the Darkshadow Alpha spent his last year getting back at everyone who hurt his Luna." "Do you think he did it for Amy?" "Right before he passed, he was holding onto a cellphone..." "Luna—I mean, Miss Collins." Aaron came up to me, his eyes brimming with tears. "My brother got even with all your enemies. He made them pay the same way they made you suffer.

“But that's not how it works! It's... unbalanced if you pay all the time. I'll owe you. I won't be able to pay you back.” “But I'm not asking you to pay me back. It's a gift. You don't owe me when I feed you.” He now sounds beyond confused. How is he not getting this? “Bellamy, we're friends right?” I state bluntly. He pauses slightly before responding. “Uh... yes?”

As everything shifted out of focus, I promised, “I will pay you back.” Then everything went black.