Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

Ragnar stares at me with such intensity that made me want to grab a hacksaw, tear the ground open and jump inside. "Allow me to explain it to you." He steps closer. I feel rooted to the ground, aware that he is now closer than I would have liked. He takes my bruised hand, clicking his tongue in mild annoyance as he assesses the level of injury. "You are now bound to me in a master-servant relationship. You can't disobey direct orders from me. Your limbs and veins will fight you, and if you force it," his eyes meet mine, golden and devoid of emotion, "your blood would slowly flow backward, giving you a very long and interesting death."

She knew she had to do something "I'll do it" she said inaudibly. "Pardon?" Mr Claude said since he didn't hear what she had said. "I said I'll do it. I'll get married to your son, Mr Claude, I'll do it" she replied. Mr Claude had a bright smile on his face like that of someone who had just hit a jackpot. He was overwhelmed with joy, he was glad that Tammy had finally agreed to the arranged marriage. "That's great!" he said happily, "I guess I'll just call a Priest to officiate the marriage here right?"

Beyond Alexander’s ex, his suspicious sister, and the countless other obstacles I was sure I was going to have to face, there was now something else standing in my way my own feelings. And what happens after the expiration of the contract in a year? Would I be able to walk away unscathed? A small, humorless smile soon touched my lips. Too late to regret now. I had made my choice. Even If I were given the same circumstances, I would still choose this path again and again. For my father and for his life. I let out a deep breath and straightened in my chair ready to resume my work, when suddenly, the sharp ring of the intercom made me jolt back to the present.

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 have to. I need to get to the bottom of Martha's death" "By getting involve with that man? Have already lose a sis, I don't want to lose another one" Queen fold her arm against her chest. "You won't lose me. I can promise you that. I only need to get close to him and find the evidence leading to his involvement in Martha's death" "Must you move in with him?" "I must, it's in the contract" "What contract?" "It's some contract. Anyway, you can move in with us and..." "I will stay with Lucy" Queen cut into her words.

They must have been close so close it left a mark. A strange feeling crawled through me. He can do anything he wants… but I have no right to question him. Yet he questions me at every other move, punishes me, as if he owns me. I’m the one stuck here. I’m the one wearing his name. I am just a contract to him, one he comes to when he wants to lose his pants. My fists curl without realizing it. I don’t even know what’s taking over me. A strange itching starts in my chest.

Then, I heard a robotic female voice say, "Congratulations on completing the contract mission! You have successfully formed a bond with your target. Kindly ensure that you diligently carry out all of his orders, or you will be given punishments accordingly." What?! I broke into a cold sweat and slowly lifted my head to look at the screen. The contract that I had just filled in was displayed on the pink screen. However, this time, the words had been translated into Zinglish, a language I understood, and it was only then that I learned what kind of contract I had just signed. The title read, "The Devil's Contract", and Jared's name was listed as the "master", while my name was listed as the "s

“About what you are. About why you came here. About why you’re dying.” He had no words. So instead, he shifted not all the way back to human, but partially, enough that he could speak, enough that he could look almost human in the darkness. “There’s a contract,” he said quietly. “One that binds us together. From this moment forward, you’re under my protection. And I’m under your command. Whatever you need, whatever you ask I’m bound to provide it. That’s how the debt works.” Elara’s eyes narrowed. “A contract?”

I serve three powerful men. The first is the sickly crown prince, Julius Belgrave. He uses me as a test subject for his medicines, all while pining for the woman he loves—Bianca Wells, the one who has been sent away to marry a foreign prince for the sake of a political alliance. The second is the scheming ninth prince, Lucian Belgrave. "You're nothing but a pawn," he says as he grabs me by the waist, his smile mocking. "How dare you think someone like me could ever love you!" The third is the haughty royal advisor, Cillian Macht. "You're nothing but a lowly servant," he says, barely sparing me a glance. "Do yourself a favor and stay out of my sight." Then I reach the age when I'm

My soul felt like giving up on me when I felt his glare. A began to pant heavily, I couldn't look at his gaze, feeling terrified. "I thought I gave you an order to stay still." He said dominantly. Under the ambience of his dominating presence my voice came out like a whimper. "Please, Sir." "Our contract states that you will obey my ‘every’ order." He said moving closer and I realized he was trying to practically show me how delicately I was trapped in his web. "But this not-" "You better abide by the contract, Ms. Beth... It will be better for you."