Contract Over You Re Free To Go Novels & Stories

I didn’t have the strength for that. “Arielyn, stop, stop packing, why are you trying to leave? You can’t leave, we have a contract and it hasn’t even been a year yet,” He reminded me of the damn contract. “Contract? There is no use for that now, is there? You got what you wanted, you don’t need me to be here playing your little game anymore, I don’t regret helping you the little I could but that’s it, the contract is none and void now, I want out,”

“Fine, but I have one condition.” I let out the breath of air I had been holding and tried not to let her see the relief I felt. “What is that?” “If for any reason I feel unsafe, I can pull out of the contract and leave freely.” Okay, not what I was expecting, but it sounded fair, considering. “Agreed. Now can we go? I really don’t want to be here any longer than I have to. On top of that, we need to get you looked at by the doctor.”

Fred smirked, raising his brows at me. “The contract we signed stated I only have to be with you guys for two months. Today makes it two months. So, this is the —” “You want to leave?” Blue interrupted, narrowing his eyes at me. “Are you tired of us that you wish to leave?” He looked wounded, his expression making it seem like I was bullying him when all I was doing was telling them about the contract we all signed. “That was the terms of the contract, wasn't it? I get to leave after the expiration of the two months, which is today. I'm here for it. We can tear the contract since —”

I failed in the factory, and to pay off the debt of my parents was taking too long. My only chance to survive is to do as I am told. Eleven years, I have eleven years left before I am free. Regardless of debt, when someone reaches thirty-six all contracts are removed. That is my only saving grace. That is providing that between now and then I don't sign a contract. I can live on minimal food, clothing and supplies. I know that if I agreed to their help, I would sign to pay off the cost. That is me agreeing to extra years after my freedom date.

I asked. "I will. I can't risk my safety." "Sorry," I said sincerely. "For what?" he raised an eyebrow. "For making you bring me here. If you hadn't, none of this would have happened, and we wouldn't be stuck here," I bit my lip. "It's not your fault, Emma," he said with a calm and serene expression. "Will you let me go when this contract is over... Can I leave?" "If it's your wish, you can go," he shrugged.

I nod as he hands it to me, Demitri looking at him, confused. In the event either party is untraceable, unreachable or broken for longer than a month, both parties are withdrawn from the contract. The slave will no longer require the master’s permission to play, or for any such activities, she will be free. The slave will be Masterless and free to move on. Just as the Master will be free to find a new slave." I look up at Jackson; I can't remember that part. "Think about it Anaya, he knows that contract inside out, he won't give you permission even if he walked through that door now, he would tell you he has no hold on you, and only you can decide." Jackson smiles at me; he is right.

I love them equally. Wait... Did I say love? Love isn't part of our deal. Cliff made that clear on the first day at his office. The contract lasts for three months. After that, I can do what the hell I want with my life. I will be free from them. I should be happy but why do I feel reluctant?

I whispered, “I’d like that.” His eyes darkened. “Good girl.” The next clause: Duration. “This contract is not forever,” he said firmly. “Thirty days. After that, we renew only if you wish to continue.” Relief flooded me. “So I can walk away?” “Any time,” he vowed. “Paper cannot chain you. Only your choice can.” Something inside me softened at that. “Then I want to choose this.” He smiled, slow and devastating. “Not yet. Finish reading first.”

Forget punching Justin, she would probably injure herself with one swing. “I really appreciate the thought,” Emily said with a faint smile. “But no, he didn’t throw me out. I left on my own, couldn’t wait to get out. “The contract’s over. I’m free now. Free at last.” Emily spread her arms wide, as if to embrace her new life. “The contract’s over?” Helen raised an eyebrow, suspicious. “Justin, that cold-hearted capitalist, let you go just like that?” “Maybe he felt guilty. Or maybe I just got under his skin.” Emily shrugged, thoughtful.

But why did it feel so painful now? "I . . . I see," I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "So, uh, what happens to us now?" I asked, trying to steady my voice. "Nothing. There’s nothing left between us. You’re free now," he said softly. "The contract no longer binds you. You can go whenever you want, do whatever you choose. You have your freedom."