Asmodian's Contract Novels & Stories

“Don’t be mad. This one? He was going to kill you eventually. I did you a favor.” “Get back to your pit, demon,” Torrock snapped. “Oh, I will,” Asmodeus grinned, adjusting his new body. “But not until we finish our deal. Just call me… General Asmodeus.” Torrock’s stomach twisted with dread. He had made a mistake that might cost him everything. --- Back at Audubon Charlene, Seth, Idris, Heth, and ReNew had just returned from battle, worn but victorious. The cave welcomed them with warmth—but something was off.

RHONDA “Contract?” Amos’s eyes narrowed. “Can’t we just make our discussions based on verbal mutual agreement?” he asked. No one could be trusted. I didn’t really know him or his aim of offering to help develop the system that would be used for the fabric, so I had to take extra measures. “I don’t work with people based on verbal agreement,” I muttered flatly, giving no room for argument. “If you think you can’t sign a contract, then I might as well decline your offer.”

Lord Ashdrake chuckled menacingly. "You're absolutely right, Ashton! I'll be at your disposal whenever you are ready to strike a deal with me. I'll satisfy your every desire! Your contract with me is officially in effect now, Ashton!" Having said that, Lord Ashdrake's dragon form vanished, leaving just a pair of blood-red draconic eyes lingering in Ashton's Sea of Consciousness. They perpetually observed him and lingered for the moment Ashton would come to strike a deal.

I'm in disbelief, I read the contract; Contract for Anastasia Elyon This agreement is between Anastasia Elyon (Contractee) and the Lycan Triplets, Damien, Draven, and Darius Valerian (Contractors). The Contractee, • Agrees to be bound by the terms of this Contract for one year, commencing upon the signing of this agreement. • Shall provide intimacy to the Contractors during the contract period. The Contractors shall have the right to request and engage in intimate activities with the Contractee at their discretion, with the understanding that consent and mutual respect shall always be upheld no matter what.

"You better do and tell our men there to be calling us regularly. This is the biggest contract that will be carry out in this country and it's not a small amount at all!" "Don't worry Sir, we too know that and know that it's many companies nationwide that want to win it even those that have went down, want to use it to come up again!" "Let me go and dress, we talk better when I get to the office!" "Okay Sir, I will be expecting you and Bye!" He hug up and Somia's uncle went upstairs, very happy for the contract he just won. ******* Somia and Ashar arrived to the company that they were coming to, the driver packed and two of them got down going inside. The door opened automatically and they e

Thus, he glared at the twins warily. Then, Oscar continued, "You are of mixed race, right? No wonder you have some exotic features." After floating on cloud nine for a bit, Hilda returned to the main topic at hand. "Let's continue discussing the contract." Looking at her, Oliver suddenly smiled for some reason. Meanwhile, Oscar straightforwardly said, "Miss Adams, we've seen this contract before. To be honest, the contract is unattractive to us. Unless... you play a game with us. Then, we'll agree to sign the contract."

Melody had unpacked her bags earlier, returned her belongings neatly to the wardrobe, and then simply lain on her bed, letting the weight of the morning’s encounter with Logan settle in her chest. She felt hollow, devastated, but there was no turning back. The contract she had signed was ironclad, the payment already in her account. And even without that, there was no way she could back out, she needed this money for her New York pastry shop, for her dream to become reality.

He chuckles and gives me a huge BEAST grin. “New contract,” he says, sliding it toward me. A strange beat passes. My heart does a funny little skip. And my brain comes up with two hundred and fifty-three reasons why a new contract is not a good idea. “A contract?” I ask, trying to sound playful, but my voice cracks just a little. “You’re giving me paperwork on my birthday?” He pauses, suddenly serious. “It’s not just paperwork. I’m enslaving you.” My heart stops, ready to break into pieces.