Eternal Contract Novels & Stories

It is a stark contrast to the glass tower of Sterling, but it is built on a foundation infinitely stronger than financial power: uncompromised integrity. The world searches for us still. Not the police, not the typical bounty hunters. They are the shadows of the old order—the remnants of the deep state operators, the financiers who served Kovacs, and the officials who still fear the complete, unedited truth I released. But we are better ghosts than they are hunters. We were trained to survive by the very system now looking for us. We were taught to build impenetrable fortresses of finance and data, and now we use that knowledge to build a life impenetrable by lies. The core of our new existe

"Erik, our contract has already expired." Erik's expression froze for a second. "What?" I was silent for a while before reminding him, "Our contract has expired. Did you forget? After the Dragon God delivered its prophecy, we signed a three-year contract that would automatically dissolve when the time was up. Yesterday was the last day." The color drained completely from his face. He suddenly raised a hand to clutch his chest, as if he had only just felt the emptiness of truly losing me. "That's impossible! How could it suddenly be dissolved? I didn't sense anything at all!" he cried.

He replied confidently. “I want our relationship to be an honest one, Jasper as it should be between a dominant and his submissive. Faithfulness and loyalty are important, once we sign this contract, neither you nor I will be allowed to engage in another relationship as long as our agreement runs. As I told you before, these contracts are morals and of course, we can terminate them at any given time. Is this all clear” “Yes, sir.” He mumbled.

Adrian took him in every po​si​tio⁠n,‌ drawing out pleasure until Ethan was sob⁠b​ing with it,⁠ then h⁠eld‌ him through‍ the aftershocks like he never‌ wanted to let​ g​o. As t⁠hey lay tangl⁠ed togeth‍er in the dark,‍ the ci⁠ty l‌ights glit​te‍ring below, Adrian whispe‍r⁠ed aga⁠i‌nst‍ Ethan’s hair: “The contract is⁠ gone but you… you’re st​a‌yin‌g no matter whatever it cos‌ts.”⁠ Outside th‌ei​r pr⁠otec‍ted world, th⁠e w⁠olves were circli​ng.

"You talk about how strong a contract's. In this city we have seen big empires fall while the soil remains. A contract is something people made up; the land is a gift from God. Tell me if we grant you this 'Underlying Title,' how would you make your big industrial plans work with the 'Sanctity of the Spring' mentioned in the 1782 decree?" Elias stood tall his charcoal suit absorbing the light of the chamber. He was the picture of efficiency a contrast to the ancient heavy tradition that surrounded us. "The spring is a feature, Your Eminence. We have the engineering capacity to move the water flow while we access the mineral deposits. The 'Sanctity' is a figure of speech—it refers to the good

Then the creature moved again, its form shifting inward slightly, as though drawing its presence tighter. “Blood binds.” The words struck deeper this time. Images followed. Two lines. Two thrones. One bond. Sealed beneath earth and time. It's not marriage neither is it alliance. Something older. Something irreversible. I felt Liora step closer behind me. “What is it saying?” she asked quietly. I didn’t take my eyes off the creature. “That whatever was buried here…” I said slowly, “it wasn't just power.” It was a contract. And contracts…..

“No, don’t call me sir. Call me Dad.” *** We spent our days in mansion while I’m doing the papers we needed for us to leave the condo. Ever since we came in Maynila again, I haven’t seen Ethan. I stalked his account to see if he’s active but my eyebrows arched when he posted something recently. ‘I hope that painting would make you see how much efforts and love I’ve put to paint you. If we’re not meant for each other now, let’s meet in the parallel universe. I’ll wait for you there like how I waited for you until now.’

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.