Romans & histoires Asmodian's Contract

She couldn’t. Because somewhere in those pages, she knew, lay the answer to everything she’d become. The seatbelt sign went off. She opened the file again, flipping to the last page. It was a contract—her signature at the bottom. Dated two years before she’d ever met Ethan. Her heart stopped. She read the clause twice to be sure. “Subject: Aria Morgan (A.M.)—legally appointed proxy through prior family obligation. Transfer initiated by C. Morgan, witness E. Blackwood.”

Realization dawned on Charlie as he said, "Dad, is it possible that the Dragon Corps is upset with us because of Asmodeus? Do you think that they are doing this to give us a warning?" "Asmodeus?" The Southern Boss sobered when he came to realize that since he was the one who ordered Asmodeus to attack the Thompsons and the Dragon Corps had managed to track Asmodeus down, it was likely that the Dragon Corps was aware of the partnership between the Southern Boss and Asmodeus.

Magnus began, stepping forward, “I didn't come as an adversary, but as a brother. There are things we must consider…like a delicate case like this.” I fought the urge to yawn, I simply stared, a bored expression plastering my face. He continued in a diplomatic but cautious tone. “The boy…Milo… was a pact made by two leaders of a pack. The contract is binding and... “The boy is mine,” I snapped. I was already on the verge of losing it. “We know, Alpha Damon. But the contract says that he should be returned after the debts have been made in full.” I raised a brow. “You think I care about some parchment?”

His grip on my hand was tight, but not harmful to my hand. “Zarek, what are you doing? It’s too early for this and I don’t feel like accompanying you in anything today. As you can see I have been throwing up for days” I said, looking up at him as we walked. He didn’t respond to my questions. Once we'd already stepped inside, he let go of my hand and walked straight to his desk. I watched him quietly, my arms folded to my chest as he opened a drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, the contract we both signed the first day I came to his pack.

I replied firmly. He sat up and folded his palms, putting his chin on them to serve as a sort of stability for it. "Listen to me, you need money, right? I am rich and I will provide everything that you need. I will sponsor you throughout the time you will spend with me. I will take your father's medical bills, and take him somewhere else where he will probably feel more relaxed. I will treat you like you deserve but only if you sign a contract with me to be my wife and perform your duty as one."

His dick ended up in my pussy either ways. Anyways, I shouldn't be expecting anything from him, besides his big dick and money. It was a week today I signed the contract with Ian and everything has been moving smoothly for me. It was only a matter of time, thirteen more weeks to be exact and I would be back at home in Toronto, five hundred thousand euro richer. I stood up from the bed stretching my arms and legs. What Ian and I did last night was on a whole new level. It was just a tip of an iceberg, 'cause we haven't used a quarter of the toys he purchased at the store yesterday.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

He understood their looks very well because he was a guy but more so he got those same looks from every woman in the room. Hans opened the door and Brayden sighed he would figure out how to deal with his dilemma of not crossing an extremely fine and fragile line with Meredith. If they ever were to go down that road it would have to be initiated and agreed in writing by Meredith that way he was still within the guidelines of the contract. The Death Contract, he corrected his own thoughts.

I looked at the contract and at the terms that were stated in it. "Jasper Soldano willingly gifts the properties under his name to Ashton Soldano due to his inability to support his family." It was a flawless plan. Since they couldn't "absorb" my vitality, they decided to change targets and aim for my property instead. I looked between Ashton, who was wearing a greedy and smug expression, and Grandma, who was still keeping up her act as she lay on the floor. I burst into laughter. A mocking glint flickered in my eyes before I said, "Fine. I'll sign the contract."