Contract Bound Novels & Stories

"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.

"That wasn't static, Anastasia. My wolf... he's clawing at my throat to get to you. You felt it. I know you did." "I felt a spark, Draven. Nothing more," I said, cold steel returning to my tone. I had to be strong. If I acknowledged the bond, I would lose everything I had fought to protect. "We are bound by a Council contract, not by fate. Your wolf is probably just confused because we're forced into proximity."

Something shifted in his expression, brief and unguarded, lasting no longer than a single breath before it locked back down. "That will be explained in time." "I want it explained now." "What you want," he said slowly, "and what happens next are two very different things, Miss Carter." "It's not Miss Carter anymore, apparently," she shot back. "According to your contract, it's Mrs. Bale." Something happened then that she wasn't ready for. He almost smiled. It didn't fully form, barely a fraction of movement at the corner of his mouth, there and gone so quickly she nearly doubted herself. But she saw it. She was certain she saw it.