Bound By Contract Novels & Stories

"--- Mom repeats the phrase I always say. "If they don't like the new project, they will break the contract, with the law on their side. This contract is more than a million dollars, if I lose it, I will be fired for cause. With such a stain on my resume it will be very difficult to get a new job in this area, or any other that pays well." I tie my hair into a bun on top of my head, running my hands down my back. "But you didn't do it, why would you pay for something you didn't do?"--- My mother asks.

Yet here she was, unwavering in her proclamation. The priest spread his arms to his sides. “May the Lord in his kindness strengthen the consent you have declared before these witnesses and graciously bring to fulfillment his blessings within you. What God has joined, let no one put asunder.” He grinned. “It is time for the giving and receiving of rings.” “Oh,” Camila’s eyes grew wide. “I don’t have a ring.” “I have one.” We all turned to the unexpected voice. I stiffened, ready to reach for my gun.

Kenneth’s gaze met mine, black, unyielding, feral, and the words he spoke were a command, a tether, a promise: “Do not move. Not now. Not ever. And whatever happens, stay with me.” I nodded, trembling, chest heaving, every fiber of my being screaming both fear and desire, because in that moment, I understood with absolute clarity that I was irrevocably bound to this man, this storm, this violence, and that nothing, not bullets, not men, not fire could sever the connection forged in blood and chaos.

"I'll have the revised version back here by midnight. Have your witness ready—you'll need someone who's not either attorney to verify signatures." She left, and I was alone with Liam and the contract that would define the rest of our lives. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Once we sign, we're bound by these terms. We can't go back to just... figuring it out emotionally." "We weren't figuring it out. We were destroying each other." I touched the contract. "This way, at least we have rules. Boundaries. Ways to know when we're crossing lines." "It's not romantic."

I feel so angry right now that I stopped eating. "You should have just told me cleanly that you don't want me to do anything that would hurt her. She's already bound to the contract, and I can't even try anything to hurt her if I want to, because I'm also a master of the contract. It means my life is also on the line if I try to do anything against what is in the contract," I explained to them, even though they know what the blood contract is about.

"So I'm desperate enough to be trusted? " "Precisely." At least he didn't pretend otherwise. Aria looked down at the contract, pages and pages of legalese that came to nothing but a swap of freedom for the life of her father. "What exactly does this mean? " "I mean you'd stay in my house. Go with me to things I need to do. Go out into the world and show off your devout wife. " He leaned forward slightly. "This shall not include sex services, frankly. "

"I believed he had sacrificed his life to contain the Heart, and for centuries, the Moon bloodline preserved that belief because it was the only explanation we had. I never understood that his consciousness might have remained trapped with the power he was trying to control." Riven pushed himself away from the wall, ignoring the pain in his shoulders. "Then we need to separate him from Elias before the process becomes permanent." Caelan looked at him with an expression that suggested he had already considered the possibility. "That may be impossible once the binding is complete." "Then tell us how much time we have." Caelan glanced at Elias, whose body had begun trembling beneath the silver

The word hit harder than she expected. Ammie shut the folder. “I’m not an object.” “No,” he said simply. “You’re part of an agreement.” Silence stretched between them. Ammie stood slowly. “And if I refuse one of these rules?” Adrian stepped closer—not threatening, just deliberate. “Then you break the contract,” he said. “And you lose everything that comes with it.” Her jaw tightened. “So it’s control.” “It’s structure,” he corrected. Ammie held his gaze.

he said flatly. I blinked, startled. “What do you mean, I can’t? I just did.” His mouth curved into something sharp, almost cruel. “Because the contract you signed says otherwise. You’re bound to this company for the next six months. If you walk out before that, you pay the penalty. And let me remind you—” his eyes darkened as he leaned just enough to make me feel cornered, “We paid you even during your training. Which means you owe us the work you agreed to finish.”

​The words hit me like a heart attack. ​"Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me," he smirks. "I own you." ​I shake my head No. Again and again, I shake my head. "But there's a contract! You can't just do this! The contract was for Chloe!" ​He laughs out loud, low and cold, his mockery slicing right through me.