Bounded By Contract, Addicted To My Servant Novels & Stories

He cornered me while we waited for the priest and handed me the final contract. The contract with my conditions included. All my requests were penned down along with his. I glanced at it, then asked for a pen. “There is no going back after you sign this contract,” he tilted my head with a finger so I met his sinful smirk and distracting eyes. “After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.”

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

I didn't understand the garbaligook it had sprawled across it. "Tell me what this says," I demanded. The man frowned and started to read it, "The hereby contracted party-," "No, tell me what this means so I can understand." I flared the stone again for emphasis. "Right..." he stuttered. "When you sign this, Angandriel will be in your service for the rest of your lifetime. Upon your death his contract will be up for auction. He is to obey and serve you at all times, if he breaches the contract, it is your prerogative to punish him as you deem fit. We offer a host of punishing options for a fee."

Peter loosened his grip on Tania, but when he saw she was about to stumble, he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist again. Tania's head spun, and the next thing she knew, she was enveloped in warmth. Her forehead bumped against Peter's chest, and just as she tried to move, Peter firmly held her in place. His steady, cold voice sounded from above her head. "An apology is fine, but sign this and we'll call it even." "What's this?" Her vision was hazy, and her head was spinning, but the bold letters at the top—something about a "contract of servitude"—were clear enough.

As he continues to chant, the warmth intensifies until it feels like I’m standing in front of a bonfire. I glance at Alex and see that he is pale as a sheet, his eyes glued to Edison’s movements. I know he is still worried, but I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. This is something I’ve never experienced before. Finally, Edison comes to a stop, and the warmth fades away while the mark remains on my right arm. “It’s done,” Edison bows his head “The contract is complete,” he says. “I am now your familiar, bound to you for life. I shall serve you until you take your last breath.”

Why is my reaction like that? "Don't be shy, anyway my body is yours babe. You know I have no other slave now and only you." "It's okay. I'll run away if there's someone else," I warned him. I shouldn't whine even if he is with someone else because in the contract I signed it is apparent that I am only a partner in bed and I will know nothing about his life. All my duty is to make him happy in bed.

Daemon frowned. “I mean no disrespect, but is there a reason why I can’t?” I asked, dropping the pen. If there was something shady in play, I’d like to know about it before signing anything. I didn’t want to rope myself into something I wasn’t going to be able to come out unscathed from. Daemon handed me a contract stating that he owned me and that he had the right to do whatever he pleased with my body. It was a modern-day slave contract and he wanted me to sign it without any objections.

"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. "

Because he was there too. My breath caught in my throat when I saw him. Damon. My mate. My beautiful, handsome and strong mate that didn't want me. Damon stood with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The glow of the moon cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the strength of his jaw, the cold calculation in his piercing gaze. He regarded me for a long moment before speaking, his voice void of warmth. "From now on, you will live here as a servant." I stiffened, the weight of his words settling deep in my chest. A servant. My mate was condemning me to servitude— just like my old pack did rather than acknowledging our bond.

“It’s my reality now. He’s nowhere to be found, and I’m left with debt and bound to someone I don’t even love.” “It does matter,” I insisted. “You don’t deserve this. I’m going to get you out of it. I’m going to look for your dad with all the resources I have and make sure this gets cleared.” She shook my head. “You can’t, Lucas. I signed a contract with the Hawthornes. I can’t leave unless I pay off all the debt. I don’t have that means.” I froze. “A contract marriage?” She nodded, her voice trembling. “It’s ironclad. Victor made sure of that.”