Contract Bound Novels & Stories

His voice was low and hard. “The contract says we can’t have children. And I hope you’re joking.” I swallowed, a hollow chill spreading through my chest. “It’s just a harmless question. ”I said. My fingers tighten around the edge of the table. Cassian’s jaw tightened and he took slow steps toward me, but his voice didn’t rise…it was flat. “If something like this exists, then the child belongs to no one but me.” he said, like he was pronouncing law. “Because the mother of the child who broke my agreement would be dead.” A cold shiver ran through my spine at his word.

"Yes. If you think you can help, I'll do whatever you want." He gave her an unreadable smile. "That's really not necessary, but if you're willing to move forward, I'll draft a contract up, and we can continue this tomorrow night." "We really need a contract?" "You're not legally bound to it if you change your mind," he reassured her. "It's more to set boundaries and expectations during our more formal sessions." "Boundaries?" "Limits. Things you're not comfortable with trying."

She had a safety net, however thin it might seem at the moment. Biden, leaning back with a glint in his eyes, broke the silence, "Didn't you review the terms of the contract thoroughly before signing? As per the agreement, you're obliged to stay for another year. Breach this and you'll find yourself at the receiving end of a lawsuit."

“It’s done.” My eyes snapped to Adrian. “Please,” I begged him. “Don’t take it. You don’t know what it means to me.” For a moment, something shifted in his expression, something human and then it disappeared. “It’s a business deal, Mrs. Hartford,” he said calmly. “Nothing personal.” Mrs. Hartford. Not Lena, not anything else. Just… that. I stared at him, disbelief curling into something worse. This wasn’t him, not the man I had loved and definitely not the boy who once held me like I was something worth saving.

For several long minutes, silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with everything they refused to say. Finally, Damien exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “We’re going to get caught one day,” he said quietly, his voice rough. “And when that happens, my father won’t just kill you. He’ll make sure we both suffer in ways you can’t even imagine.”

He gets this slick, wicked, hot, little smile on his face that short-circuits my mind and wakes up my womanhood again. This is exactly why I should never have agreed to that stupid punishment clause in the contract. Clause 8. It states that if one party breaches or otherwise violates the terms of the contract, the other party has the right, at its sole discretion, to impose a punishment in the form of a dare, task, or challenge. There are certain rules stipulated there to follow. The person being punished may decline — but if they do, there are no rules. Crap. Meanwhile, my traitorous eyes drift down to his chest — still bare, still stupidly perfect. Half my brain wants him to put on a shirt

"Kieran." "I know it's fast. I know we've been technically bonding for six months and the actual bond is less than a year old." He leaned forward. "But the contract gives us time. We can sign it tonight or next year or five years from now. It's there when you're ready." I looked at the document again. At the specific language that had been chosen carefully, at the provisions that acknowledged my need for autonomy, at the exit clause that made clear this wasn't a trap.

"You cannot risk yourself for your contractual wife, Adrien." "Oh, for god's sake, not you too!" He distanced himself from me and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't need to be reminded everyday that we are bound by a contract. Not by you, of all people." He released an exasperated sigh. “I thought we had been better than that.” When his eyes zeroed to mine, I was met with a hint of disappointment. I gasped when he yanked me closer by my waist and slammed our bodies together.

He left me there to read the contract and after sometime he returned clad in casuals , I guess he's not going out today . " This isn't a marriage Frederico am not your slave " I said as I threw the contract at the table . " How ? He asked and I looked at him in unbelieve. " Did you even read what you and the criminal you call a lawyer wrote in there ? Frederico there's no way I'd sign that . " You want another child the same year we get married , I'm not permitted to work outside the mafia ...? Red is gonna be homeschool ...I'm not permitted to have another friend accept Anna and if I should have a friend it had to be in the mafia ....

Chapter 14: The binding contracts! The following are a term for a binding contract the DOMINANT and the SUBMISSIVE. THE FUNDAMENTAL TERMS FOR BINDING THIS CONTRACT: The contrast between Jace De Leon and Brielle Damara. 1.) The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the SUBMISSIVE to explore her sexuality and her limit safely. 2.) The DOMINANT and the SUBMISSIVE agreed and acknowledged things that occur in this contract must be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limit and safety procedures set out in this contract.