Novel & Cerita Bound By The Contract

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.

I tied the black robe. His stormy gaze held me as tightly as his arms would have. I would have been happier if he bound me to the bed at that moment. Instead, I said, “For the sake of our relationship, for my own protection, I want out of the contract.” “No.” As still as a statue, he didn’t take a breath. Yet tension rippled through his shoulders and folded arms. “I cannot release you from the contract.” “There is no court of law that will find that contract binding.”

The contract. I clenched my jaw, my chest heaving. He was using it to remind me that no matter what, I was bound to him. As if reading my mind, his smirk deepened. “As long as our contract stands, you are mine.” His fingers traced a slow path down my jaw, making my skin prickle. “Clause seven,” he continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You are not allowed to entertain any other man, physically, emotionally, or intimately. Any violation…” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, the touch deceptively gentle. “And you already know the consequences.”

"I was joking—" "You were not joking." I found my shoes. "A few hours ago you held flowers and opened a car door and took me to dinner and it was—" I stopped. Pressed my lips together. Redirected. "And then we came back here and you were kind and you were funny and it was good, Zane. And then the moment I set a boundary, I'm boring." I looked at him. "You don't get to do that." He was quiet. "The contract," he said finally, and his voice had shifted — the easy authority replaced by something more deliberate, "says you support me. It says you're present. And if you leave before the terms allow, you owe me one million dollars."

“You would really do that? You would let my brother die just because an old ex texted me?” Adrian leaned in, voice low and sharp. “I would do whatever it takes to protect this contract. You’re mine for one year. On paper. In public. And in every way that matters for the lawyers. No one else gets to touch what’s mine. Not even through messages.” Lina stared at him, breathing fast. “You don’t own me.” Adrian’s mouth curved into a cold, humorless smile. “According to the contract I do. And right now, you’re testing how far I’m willing to go to enforce it.”

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.

The chuckling and happy giggles of his friends had all ho e to the whirlwind as the thoughts of Beth began to envelope him. He suddenly began to miss her, 'but why would he even miss her?' he queried himself internally! It was just a contract marriage. Nothing more and nothing less, and besides in a few months the contract period will be over and I'll pay her off; out of my mind... Out of my life, forever. He said to himself, "Hey buddy" a voice had woken him out of his reverie it was Zayn. "Yeah?" Cole replied him, all eyes on the table were all focused on him. All wondering why he'd been quiet all this time.

I screeched out. "You didn't read the contract perfectly darling, page three paragraph six, line two," I grabbed the contract from him and hurriedly skipped through the pages and I really miss that important little notice. 'If deemed necessary by the boss if the above named profession has networks around the world and interlock he or she will be confined to living with that person due to when and where they would be going. This is an act that must be carried out or else there would be consequences from the higher head. Comply by signing the forms. Be informed that after these papers have been sighned there will be no take backs. Thank you' Oh Shit.

he said. “I—If I do this, what is the assurance that my brother will most definitely be released?” He leaned forward. The lamplight caught on the pale line of his scar. “You have my word,” he said. “He will be treated tonight. If you accept the terms, he will be released.” “O-Okay.” His lip curved up. "I'll need you to put your 'yes' on paper." “W-why?” “All my submissives must sign a binding contract with me where the terms of our agreement and expectations will be explicitly stated in conference to the time frame.”

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.