Eternal Contract Novels & Stories

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

They had fought for what was right, and they had wo But their victory was short-lived. A few weeks after the mission, Emily received a call from her lawy "Emily, I have some news. The contract that binds you and Ethan together has been annulled Emily was taken aback. "What do you mean? How is that even possible "The contract was only valid for a year, and it has now expired. Ethan has decided not to renew it Emily was stunned. She couldn't believe that Ethan would do this, especially after everything they had been through togethe

"So, let us in on how you met and it's okay if you don't want to share it with us," Laurette assured her. Clara smiled. "It's just a contract relationship." She answered. "A contract relationship that is supposed to last forever?" Jake asked her and Clara nodded. "Hmm, Ethan is a great guy to me and there is no one he can't go along with. No one in the aspect of being with a woman, as long as she has good qualities, then he is all in." Jake replied. He continued nonstop as if the meal was going to get stolen from him.

I nodded, but my look wasn't convincing enough. "Promise?" I brought my eyes back to his pretty green ones. "I promise." A look of something intense and strong flashed through his eyes but it was gone before I could give it a name. Few times during the course of our relationship Reign and I had skirted around the margin of taking things further than our friendship, but we never crossed that line. I because I feared destroying the good thing going on between us. Damien is my only margin to draw from when it comes to relationship and look at how that ended. I am scared of anything that will lead to permanence, commitment, because I can no longer trust in them.

“An Adjudicator as witness is as strong as a contract written down.” “Not if an actual written and signed document already exists.” Ruben scowled. “He actually went that far?” “Yes he did.” “But demon contracts are written in blood and promise your life to the demon realm?” “Yes, they are and yes they do.” Kat twisted her mouth sardonically. “Shit...I’m sorry, baby girl.” “You shouldn’t have gagged me.” Kat looked away. Ruben turned in his seat and leaned towards her. “I will not let you return to him.”

"Wow, Alexa." Alexa shrugged. "Yeah." He just shook his head and relaxed back. "It doesn't matter, you're stuck with me." But the word stuck made his heart skip for some reason. He couldn't help but ponder about what his daughter said. He looked at Alexa. "Did you ever hear, or notice something about the contract that brought us together?" "What thing?" Leo sighed wondering how to ask it. "Um, did dad ever tell you it has an expiry date?" Alexa scowled. "Expiry date?" She shook her head. "No. Why?"

I don't. Eve looked up at me, cupping my cheek with her tired hand, her thumb caressing slowly. "I love you, Killian." I love you too. My head, heart, soul and body screamed but I couldn't speak. I would not make her happy. Love was all about happiness and I wasn't Eve's happiness, sadly. The look in her eyes, she was really expecting me to say something, her thumb still petting my cheek. "I... I'm sorry. I can't...go against our contract."

“It’s clean. Immutable. But it demands a price.” “Everything demands a price,” I said. A truth, not a comfort. Dante’s jaw flexed. “Not this kind of price. One of us — one of the leaders — must put blood to the ink and swear by it. If the pact is broken, the signer dies. Not by sword, not by betrayal; the world will take them. The contract binds the covenant to the soul.” My hand tightened on the cross behind the altar. There’s a grammar to old deals: the more binding, the more exact the blood has to be. You could write a country into submission with ink, but with certain words you could write a person into death.