Bound By Contract Novels & Stories

Seeing that he wasn't making a move to hand it over, she reached directly for the device, but he casually lifted his arm high out of her reach. What is wrong with him? Can't he just pretend, too? she breathed out in sheer exasperation. "My phone, sir," she insisted, extending her hand once more and doing her best to stay composed. When he still didn't budge, she raised her chin to glare directly into his dark eyes. "Don't you know anything about boundaries?" "Not when I have the right," he stated calmly. "What right are you talking about?" she demanded, utterly bewildered. "The right you gave me," he answered, his eyes locking onto her confused expression.

Because he had an extra layer of assurance – a Soul Contract. A Soul Contract was a document born from the willingness of two souls – one to serve; the other to Lord. A Soul Contract was no trifling matter. The Lord of the Contract could track the movement of the Servant and also feel their every emotions. The Lord couldn’t be lied to, deceived or betrayed. And the life of the Servant was within the hands of the Lord! That meant the Servant could lose his or her life at any second if the Lord was displeased with him or her. Of course, there weren’t only disadvantages for the Servant. Apart from the contract being a display of their loyalty, it also allowed the Servant to grow at their Lord’s

"Well, I also don't want the company to go dry, so of course, I'm willing to help." "Thank you so much Brandon," Darth was feeling quite elated but Brandon quickly dampened the mood by producing a document from a table behind him. Pushing it toward Darth, he revealed it was a contract. As Darth took the document, he realized it was no ordinary agreement. It was a binding contract with significant consequences. His heart pounded as he read the stipulations, and he knew that agreeing to this contract would come at a high price. Brandon's one and only rule was simple yet far-reaching: "From today henceforth, you shall listen to all orders I give you, and you shall abide by them." Going against

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

The ink was dirty and the pages were creased. The client gave me a look that indicated they didn't believe a word I said when I tried to explain the problem during the meeting. My face was flaming as I left the room, my hands trembling from embarrassment and rage. However, what am I able to do? Because of the conditions of this wretched contract, I am powerless to fight back or even adequately defend myself. They will have all the evidence they need to kick me out if I cross any boundaries or give them any excuse to say I'm not keeping my half of the agreement.

The last thing I could remember before dozing off, was the section which stated that throughout the progress of the contract physical touch, feelings and emotions towards the other party are strictly forbidden and any breach would terminate the contract effectively and immediately. Huhhh... Physical touch and feelings huhhhh... Trust me I don't wanna get burnt.

I wasn't about to let that happen again. "Bianca, listen to me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. " I don't care whether you trust me or not, I just showed friendly concern and it doesn't mean anything if you don't want it to. Just know that you can't just get out of the contract agreement. It's binding, and there are consequences if you try to back out. So if you don't think i deserve even a pang of trust or friendship during the course of this, then it's fine, just do as the contract says and you can get the fuck out if you want. " I was angry, I started calmly but couldn't continue or finish in the same manner because I was deeply hurt.

Because I want to save you. I smiled naively and spoke like a truly carefree princess, "I want to learn magic from Gray!" He looked at me for a long time and said, "You have the talent to learn magic, and you may even become a rare genius..." Seeing that I was obviously excited, he changed the subject again, "But!" "You have a magic contract." "Magic contract?" What is that? "A magic contract is a kind of contract signed on the soul. Once signed, it cannot be canceled and will only disappear on the day the contract is fulfilled."

KAMARIA POV Today has been so busy that I barely had any break to take lunch. Bagging the PK motors contract opened our doors to an influx of contracts. Most of the companies walking through our doors is because they were impressed with what we did for PK motors and wanted the same quality of work, and having so many of them at once has me so occupied that I almost forgot what is looming over my head. I was meant to visit a law firm that my old boss recommended for me today but there was hardly any time. I need to take care of that because our hearing has been scheduled to start next week.

“I didn’t come to be told a story.” “It’s the contract you signed, man,” Adam’s voice lost its normal banter. It sounded flat and lawyerly instead. “And it is a legally binding contract. You can’t just opt out, you know? You break a contract like this one… well…” Adam shrugged expansively. “It gets a bit hard to protect you from the law. I’m sure you understand.”