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The Debt Tales Series by Xavier Neal – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:20:34 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Debt Tales Series by Xavier Neal – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Twisted Debt (The Debt Tales #1) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/twisted-debt-the-debt-tales-1-read-online-xavier-neal Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:20:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/twisted-debt-the-debt-tales-1-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Xavier Neal Series: The Debt Tales Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)

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Once upon a time, she was asked to let down her hair.
Little did this princess know, the arrangement she agreed to was going to get a bit more twisted than the original fairy tale…

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist Selects

Here are five songs from “Twisted Debt” playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

1. energy – Tyla Jane (Pop)

2. Between the Sheets – The Isley Brothers (Soul/Funk)

3. Fatal – J. Holiday (R&B)

4. The (Shipped) Gold Standard – Fall Out Boy (Rock)

5. this is what falling in love feels like – JVKE (Pop)

More songs: https://spoti.fi/3Qb4iCN

Chapter One

Elias

“You owe me a debt, Mr. Pierson.” I smooth the wrinkle out of my red tie with my right hand. “And I’m in need of a new toy.” Finally redirecting my gaze to the cowering individual on the opposite side of my desk, I remind him of the major details. “It’s only three months. She’ll be wined, dined, and want for nothing.” An arrogant smirk slithers onto my face. “Take the deal.”

Gareth Pierson, a lower-level employee who came to me in desperation of money, pleads with his large eyes as well as his gruff tone, “Please, Mr. Whittington. There has to be another way. Something else. Anything else.”

“The three-hundred thousand dollars you swore you’d return to me.”

“But-”

“The same three-hundred thousand dollars you used to help cover your wife’s medical bills.”

“But-”

“That would also be the same three-hundred thousand dollars you skimmed ten thousand from to pay off loan sharks from a gambling debt, correct?”

“How did you-”

“I don’t have time for this, Mr. Pierson. I have a call with my Paris team that I do not plan on being late for.” My head tips to the unsigned stack of papers. “Have your daughter sign it and report to my penthouse tomorrow afternoon at four o’clock.” The office phone in the left-hand corner of my desk begins to buzz, indicating my secretary is requesting my attention. “Address is located on the last page at the bottom.”

Gareth presses his lips firmly together, nods his compliance while grabbing the contract, and begrudgingly begins to exit.

If you ask me, he’s pouting for nothing.

I’m not asking for his fucking kidney.

Just his daughter.

Chapter Two

Zel

Dad: Wear your best dress.

I didn’t put too much stock into the text when he’d sent it earlier this afternoon. I just went back to scrubbing the toilets at my current cleaning assignment. Pissy ass toilets where the homeowners’ twin seven-year-olds liked to play a sick game where they “rain fire” on an “enemy fortress”. You got it. Said enemy fortress is the toilet bowl, the back wall, and the damn floor.

However, now that I’m using the hand of a suit-clad driver to climb out of the backseat of an all-black SUV, the text pops into my mind again.

More urgently than it had before.

Why exactly did I need my best dress instead of just a nice one?

“Dad, we can’t afford all of this,” I murmur as my father saunters around from the opposite side in his best tuxedo – something I’ve only seen him wear twice in all my life.

“Enough, princess.”

My eyes flicker up the all-glass, dominating skyscraper of a building that looks more like a place for living rather than a place for eating. “First, there was the Luxury Uber-”

“Ma’am, this isn’t-” the driver’s sentence stops short when my father clears his throat and steps directly in front of me so that we’re face to face.

“And now, this ritzy place for dinner? What’s going on? Are you trying to break bad news to me? Is it Mom’s condition? Did Tomas go back to jail again?”

“Zel,” his ivory-colored fingers tuck a few tresses behind my ear. “Let me ask you something.”

“Okay.”

“How many young ladies your age put themselves through college, while working a full-time job, huh?”

The custodial assignments that I have aren’t necessarily a full-time job, although in the summer months, I can pile on extra work.

And I do.

College is so fucking expensive.

“Um…,” my honey-colored finger absentmindedly twists around a chestnut strand of hair, “probably more than you’re thinking.”

“Oh. yeah? Do they do it on top of visiting their mothers at the full-service care facility every day?”

He has a point, but it’s not the point.

I’m one second away from saying “you can’t afford this” yet find myself unable to finish the sentence since I’m still not entirely sure what this is. We’re nowhere near the bottom of the bucket like Sammy’s Shrimp Shack, yet we’re way above our occasional splurging at Red Lobster.

Dad bends his arm for me to take, light brown eyes we share the same shade of, shimmering with a hint of secrecy.

I loop my arm though his at the same time I ask, “There’s a restaurant inside?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of? What do you mean sort of?”

“I made a bet…”

My head drops, and I shuffle back a few paces away from the glass door we were headed towards. “No…” The black high heels that I gifted myself for my high school graduation scrape unforgivingly across the pavement. “No. No. No, Dad!” I snap my stare back up to his and whine, “You promised mom no more horseraces or cock fights or Texas Hold ‘Em tournaments-”

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Advertisement Savage Debt (The Debt Tales #2) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/savage-debt-the-debt-tales-2-read-online-xavier-neal Sun, 09 Oct 2022 12:20:33 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/savage-debt-the-debt-tales-2-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Authors: Xavier Neal Series: The Debt Tales Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)

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Once upon a time, she was asked to put on a slipper.
Little did this princess know, the arrangement she agreed to was going to get a bit more savage than the original fairytale…
*This was originally featured in the Savage Bloodline Anthology but now includes a BONUS EPILOGUE!

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist Selects

Here are five songs from “Savage Debt” playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

1. Mad at Disney – salem ilese (Pop)

2. Nothing Good – Goody Grace, G-Eazy, Juicy J (Hip-Hop)

3. I Don’t Wanna Lose You – Tina Turner (R&B)

4. Steal My Love – Dan + Shay (Country)

5. Soldier - Eminem (Rap)

More songs: https://spoti.fi/3bu3Obt

Chapter One

Nero

“The shoe fits, you live.” I gesture towards the red bottom heel directly in front of the attractive, brown-skinned female glaring at me from the other side of my desk. “And if it doesn’t, you die.”

“You wouldn’t kill an innocent woman.” Her chin kicks upward in defiance, then a sly grin glows across her face. “Aren’t you a little worried about getting blood on that suit, pretty boy? You’re bluffing.”

“Am I?” My attention cuts to where the men are holding one of her useless stepbrothers in place. Without hesitation, I unholster my weapon and fire a round into the center of his foot. Sharp screams of agony echo around the basement office I’m currently occupying as red gushes into the hardwood floors.

She girlishly squeaks, “Ohmygod!”

“Shut him up,” I carelessly command to the individuals responsible for controlling his flailing body. They shove a random rag in his mouth at the same time I grumble, “Be grateful it was in the foot, Drew. The headache you, your brother, your father, and now your beautiful stepsister have caused me are worthy of a bullet to the brain.” Lazily rolling my attention back to the aforementioned female is followed by me presenting her with a charismatic grin. “You were saying?”

Her cracked jaw moves yet not a single sound escapes.

“Look, Elle, I understand this isn’t an ideal marriage proposal – for either of us, actually.” I rest my weapon-wielding hand on the desk, prepared to use it again when necessary. “I never planned to get married. I don’t see the point. It’s an unnecessary business transaction. And had the don of my family not died and left these fucking loopholes for me to jump through in order to receive the large sum of inheritance I need in order to fix some mistakes that aren’t my own, it wouldn’t be one I even entertain. And you…Well, you probably had fairytale-like scenarios in your head of a knight in shining armor, properly asking for your hand after weeks or years of wining and dining and underperforming during sixty-nining, with a mediocre diamond that he’ll be paying off for the next six to ten years. But, thanks to your idiot of a stepfather – Edwin – fucking up a string of construction deals I now have to correct and your even dumber twin stepbrothers – Drew and Adam – getting overzealous during some collections they had no business trying to conduct at their level in the organization, you’re now in a position to either marry me for six months leaving the forced arrangement with a large lump of cash and more importantly, your life, or continue to deny me and get what remains of your entire family slaughtered…in front of you before meeting the same fate.”

Disbelief deepens in her expression pulling an exhausted sigh from me.

“You’re absolutely right,” I nonchalantly state. “You are the innocent in this situation, and honestly? I don’t wanna kill you. I want you to pick up the shoe, have it be a perfect fit, and whisk you away to my beach home for the next few months where I show you a life you’ve never known. Why? Because it would mean my search is over, plus, I think you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

The faintest shade of red cloaks her high cheekbones.

She truly is.

Smooth, creamy, coffee-shaded skin that makes my mouth water like that first cup in the morning. Long legs that would look even better in the dresses I have planned for the woman who helps me fulfill this obligation on such a short notice. Oh, and those feet. Those delicious, delicate little creatures that have been wiggling nonstop in her sandals, calling to my cock to slip underneath them to enjoy the continuous caresses instead of her shoes.

Fuck, I hope the damn heel fits.

“You’ve been dealt a shit hand.” Lifting the weapon once more, I angle it the direction of her stepfather who is sitting in the seat beside her. “But all of that could change very quickly if you just put on the shoe.”

“Please, Elle,” Edwin pleads, fear dripping from his voice. “Please, put on the shoe.”

She turns her face towards the redheaded man her poor mother decided to marry at some point in her childhood from my understanding. Too bad this asshole bled that poor woman dry, got them all into debt it would take lifetimes to get out of, and is now responsible for my financial burden that I will fix the instant the inheritance is mine.

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