Bounded By Contract Novels & Stories

He already made it clear from the onset and what's the essence of an affair without sleeping together. "Yes, that's a substantial part of the contract," I did not miss seeing the slight curve on his lips and the mischievous look in his eyes. "I'm good in bed...if that's what you wanted to ask." He boasted. "Hmmm." I hummed in response. "How old are you though? I'm thirty five." He brought out what was inside the envelope. It was a printed paper which had NO STRINGS CONTRACT boldly written at the top. I couldn't make out what was written underneath from where I sat because they were in small fonts. Afterwards, be dropped a pen on the table.

"But for every minute the contract is active, you are the Luna of Ironthorn. Your duties remain. Do you understand?" I looked up at him. "I don't understand." He sat on the edge of the bed. He took my left hand, his thumb slowly stroking the ring on my finger. The cold metal pressed against my skin, like a silent hook. "While the contract is active, remember your identity and your boundaries," he said. "Don't say what shouldn't be said. Don't do what shouldn't be done." I asked, "You don't plan to go public with your relationship with her? You won't acknowledge her before The Elder Council?"

"You always have a choice." "No," Eve said quietly. "I really don't. Not when the alternative is watching my mom die." She could hear Maya's frustration through the phone. "At least tell me you're going to add hard limits like the contract says you can." Eve looked back at the section about hard limits. She had until 8 PM to submit a list of activities she absolutely refused to participate in. The problem was, she didn't even know what to put on that list. The contract was deliberately vague about what "performances" would entail. How could she set boundaries when she didn't know what she was agreeing to?

“I could buy you a van, Jade.” “That is not the point, Killian,” I laughed softly. “The point is the freedom. The lack of contracts.” He went still at that. The word contract always seemed to be the ghost in the room, reminding us that we were technically still bound by paper and ink. But then he did something he had never done before. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Then for this weekend,” he murmured against my skin, “let us pretend there is no contract. Let us pretend we are just two people who are tired of being alone.”

“Maybe Aaron needs to find an alternative. We don’t have much time. His father wants the inheritance to be settled before his 75th birthday. That’s… about eight months from now.” “There’s still time,” Bella replied softly. Lucie chuckled. “Time is only for those who are useful. For machines that function.” Bella turned her head, her eyes red. “Why do you always call me a machine?” “Because you signed a contract to be used. Not to be loved,” Lucie replied without hesitation. Silence hung between them. Then Lucienne stood up, straightening her coat. “Oh, and one more thing,” she said before leaving. “Do you think you’re the only one bound by a contract? Aaron is too. And my contract with him i

There was nothing in it that required more than the usual level of focus. I turned the page. The motion took a fraction longer than it should have. I continued. The line had been clear. There was no ambiguity in it. No space for interpretation. It wasn’t my concern. I adjusted the file slightly, aligning it with the edge of the table before continuing. The contract had defined the boundaries from the beginning. There had been no confusion in its terms. No deviation. No room for anything beyond what had been agreed upon. That was the structure. That was what I had enforced.

Whoever is at the border can’t enter unless I give them an invite; only then does Starling’s warding allow someone to cross the border. ‘Who is it?’ I ask over the mind link while pressing 'save' on the document and closing my laptop. I’m not stupid enough to print the contract off until it's ready for Fyathe to sign; I’ve seen enough in my life to know that when stuff like this is left lying around, it comes back to bite you on the ass.

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Or maybe I could just make his eyes pop out since I don't have the strength to twist his neck. "As what I've said, it is the proof that we both agreed to in a deal, like a contract. However, you cannot do something that is against the contract terms, which means you can do nothing to me while we are in the deal. I can't also run from my obligation to you. It binds us that way." And I was completely unaware of this! What the hell did I put myself into? If that's the case, then how can I execute an ambush attack? This is a dead end!

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.