Contract Series Novels & Stories

Not wanting to broach the subject, Ferhat tries to hide this story from Rabia, even though she has already heard about the blessed contract once. “Yesterday honey, I didn't even leave the house. I was feeling bad”. "What did you have"? "A horrible headache." “Must be a migraine. From time to time I stay like this”. "You know what? I'll tell you right away." “What are you going to tell me at once Ferhat”? “Sooner or later you would have to know” “What would I have to know”? Rabia becomes apprehensive. “My headache has a name. It's called the Marriage Contract."

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.

Life . One after another, in total I signed ten pages. Kian Calloway's name was everywhere on the contract. On the top of a page, Kian Calloway and Irene Spencer were written, explaining the signatory and contractor. It felt strange, our names together. Completing the signing process. Raven stood up with a not very professional grin on his face. “Congratulations, Miss spencer. I hope working with you would be great” he said as he offered his hand for me to shake.

Sign partnership deals. It’s nightmare fuel.

She asked, settling on the chair again. "A relationship contract," He said, looking at her face while he threw the bomb. "Excuse you!?" She was almost shouting. "Permission granted, excused," He said. "A relationship contract? What for? I don't remember telling you I'm in love with you, Mr. Greg!" She was already shouting. "Hell No! I don't want you to love me. You play your part as my girlfriend and nothing more. There will be no form of intimacy too," He said in explanation.

After that he was gone, leaving Aria alone with a contract that offered salvation at the risk of her freedom and the dreadful realization that she was already considering saying yes. The next afternoon Aria was in the same conference room, this time with Edwin Reed, the silver-haired CFO who seemed to regard her with a mixture of curiosity and what could have been some kind of pity. “Ms Collins, have you come to any decision? ” he asked, slipping the signed contract across the sanded board.

I walked into the den of devils myself. “Miss, Gloria Hensler?” He asked. “Y-Yeah,” I said. “You are to have a meeting with Young Master.” I made a confused face. “Young Master?” “Yes ma’am, should we show you the way?” He asked. I lost it. “Hey, look, I don’t what you are talking about. Last night, I received an envelope with a contract saying I have to meet Carnival or something. The thing is I don’t want to meet anyone. I just want to go home.” I tried to sound as firm as I could. I couldn’t even call Zohan for help. He didn’t give me his number yet I stayed fit on his promise.

“Young businessmen—always in a rush! Relationships are built over time, with trust and loyalty. Your father understood that.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Trust and loyalty, you say? My father valued those principles. But you’ve delayed the Luigi project for years. Is that the legacy you want to pass on to Caelia?” LaRosa's face reddened. “Watch your tone, Adrian. Respect your elders.” Unmoved, Adrian signaled to Mr. Turner, who handed over a tablet with an electronic contract. “Respect is earned, Mr. LaRosa. Here’s the agreement we discussed. You have until winter to begin the project, as per your promise to my father.”

Zariel's pulse roared in her ears, loud enough to drown out the hum of the air conditioning, loud enough to drown out everything except the small, mechanical click of Silas tilting his head a fraction to read the message twice. Silas looked down at the screen. Then up at both of them. "That," he said, "is a contract."

We ate our dessert, but Danny beat Sebastian when paying the bill, making Sebastian feel uneasy. "So, what do you say, Sebastian? Do we have a deal?" Sasha asks, looping her hand around his arm. He looks at her with a smile and then looks at us. "Well, if you guys are up for the challenge, my answer is yes. We have a deal," he replies, making her squeal joyfully. "Excellent. Sebastian, I assure you, you won't regret doing business with us." dad adds, giving him a big smile. "Now, the only thing left is working out the details. Mr. Lombardy, can you come by my office tomorrow morning so we can go over the details and get a contract started?" Danny says, reaching under the table and holding my