Contract Bound Novels & Stories

"Not a new vow. The original vow?" "The contract," Sorin confirmed. "The terms you signed in the limo. The formal language of that document, spoken by both of you. Freely. In open moonlight." He paused. "The prophecy anticipated the bond — but it was written before fated mate bonds were common. In the original context, *contracted* meant exactly what it sounds like. A formal agreement. The prophecy is tied to the legal structure of your union, not just the emotional one." Ryder had been very still through this.

Even Connor and Bryson's partners partnered with him. "In the end, Brooks breached the contracts offered by Connor and Bryson! Why wouldn't he when he didn't read them? A clause in the respective contracts had stated that he would have to return your companies in 24 hours. "Losing the contracts in the space of 24 hours was a great shock to him! It made the Millers vulnerable as the other partners also left when they heard about that. It was a huge blow. But since they are a top-tier family, they were able to recuperate quickly.

"You accompany Victoria peacefully, I will help you put off the time you enter the group." "Really? Can you put it off for a week or ten days or half a month?" Betty raised her head and pleaded. Bryson slightly raised his head, his answer extremely light and nimble, "Yes!" "Really? Thank you!" "Don't you ever think of giving up?" Bryson frowned, thinking that her partner was still his cousin, he was annoyed. "But I signed the contract. If I break it, I'll have to pay at least ten million in breach of contract fees." Even if Betty managed to earn some money, it was not going to be a waste.

I sighed. “Yesssss!” Brenda squealed. Lenox’s eyes squinted as it glimmered at my answer. “OK then. Here are the contracts that you need to sign. This one is a nondisclosure contract, meaning you cannot discuss nothing that you see inside the walls of the parties,” Lenox stated. "Do you understand?” “Yes I understand,” I nodded. “Now where do I sign?”

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

I asked, averting my thoughts from her. “Unlike some people, I don't patronize only upscale restaurants.” Mark responded. “Point gotten. Now, what's up with the Fuller Contract?” I asked, tired of holding back. My mind kept drifting to it because it was a major deal that would bring millions to my company at the stroke of a pen. “So I see we're back to that.” Mark said, pulling out his iPad. “Their response is still the same - No. They said that they need someone who's more stable and dedicated to handle the project.”

My mark still glowed, pulsing with leftover magic. The thing didn’t move. It just watched. Then, just as fast—it was gone. No scent. No sound. Thorne exhaled slowly. “We’re not alone anymore.” I swallowed hard. “We never were.” He reached for me again, but this time, not with hunger. With caution. “Did you feel it?” he asked. “The bond is almost sealed.” I nodded. “But it didn’t,” I said. His jaw flexed. “Not all the way.”

Contract Description: The devil’s work. Or more specifically, Lucifer’s design. The contract is a power that binds two individuals by marking their souls with a very intricate ability. A contract must be agreed upon by two individuals which they cannot fight against as the soul inflicts an equitable amount of psionic energy to each other. What would seal a normal human would not seal Lucifer thus the contract seals them in a way that both of them need to follow it. If a human would feel a slight shock every time he doesn’t follow the terms of the contract, Lucifer might feel like he is getting struck by a meteor.

“Leaving already?" “The previous contract was fulfilled, and we've already received our next one, no point delaying," Linus replied tersely. The alpha stood and pulled the collar of his shirt aside to show the already healed bond mark then pulled Skye's aside to show his as well. “You can tell my Father it's done." “Eh? It's healed already, Boss?" one of the band's betas asked, surprised. Linus glanced back at Skye as he slipped the box into his pocket and they took the hint.

Because somehow that made sense. For Theodore, understanding something meant controlling it. And I was something he couldn't control. Yet he wasn't running. He was staying. --- That night, when I returned to my room, I realized something. I had spent the entire day with him. And I hadn't once thought about the contract. Not once. That scared me. Because the contract was supposed to be the foundation of everything. The reason. The explanation. The boundary. But somewhere along the way... The boundary had started disappearing.