Farewell To My Contracted Life Novels & Stories

something dark, something hungry. But then it was gone. Replaced by that cold mask he wore like an armor. Did he hate what he saw? Was he disgusted? I shook my head. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. This was a contract. A transaction. Nothing more. I walked to the bed and set the shopping bag down. I pulled out the tissue paper, slowly, almost reverently. And then I saw it.

L Another contract, another door closing, another piece of the life I'd fought so hard to build gone. And this time… There was no one left to catch me as I fell.

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

“I already told you. This is temporary. Luna will take care of you while I’m gone but try to have fun while at it.” George looked between the two women. Emily, his wife, was poised, distant. Luna, on the other hand, stood perfectly still, her long coat brushing her calves, her suitcase by her side like an emblem of permanence. “Take care of me?” George said, his confusion boiling over. “What does that even mean? Is this some kind of joke?” Luna finally spoke. Her voice was calm, soft, and disturbingly composed. “I’m not here to replace her, George. I’m here… under contract.”

I shook my head and looked at her with pity. "God, I sound like a broken record. How many times do I have to tell you I don't need other women to want you out of my life? I don't love you anymore, and I'm seriously done with you. Do you speak human?" I replied. "What?!" Her calm mask cracked instantly. I sighed, casting her a disappointed side-eye. "You know what? Whatever. I'm done wasting energy on the world's most pointless battle. Drag it out if you want. I just need two years to be free of this Faustian contract."

Victor proffered, staring into her eyes, hoping she had something she wanted. “My mother just died, not that I failed a test and need something to encourage me the more. What on earth do you think I would want? I am sorry, but I think I need some time alone.” Lila said and left. Victor wished he hadn’t said that. He wanted to make sure that she doesn’t end the contract or sort and that was the reason he was trying to be nice. He knew the kind of woman she is, she could get the money back and then refund, so she wouldn’t have to marry him. But that wasn’t totally possible, because they had been bound by a contract.

The deal day. "I'm not sure I can make it tonight Sam," sighed tiredly walking towards a cabinet to pull out a bottle of analgesics. "I can't make it tonight". "Ohh too bad" he sighed disappointedly. "How about tomorrow night then? you should be done with the job by then." She pulled out two pills and swallowed without water. "Yeah tomorrow is perfect. After the wedding, I'd go straight home and prepare." She felt him smile. "Alright tomorrow it is" he drawled. "Goodnight babe" he said. "Goodnight" she returned. "I love...." she cut the call before he could finish, thinking he was done.

“I know it sounds strange but I’ve been thinking about it for months now. And I’m also here to reconcile with you. I’m tired of the tension always hanging over our heads and the unspoken words. I’m sorry for ever getting in your way or starting a fight with you. It was immature of me and I still regret it every day. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me, and let’s move on as cousins because it seems we’re enemies barely tolerating each other’s presence,” Ryan blinked a few times just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. “And regarding my resignation, I haven’t found a place yet but I just want you to keep it in mind and maybe start finding a replacement so it wouldn’t be sudden when I

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

He was just trying to sound okay. “I’ll be back soon.” He said to me and ended the call. I sighed the moment I dropped the phone on the bed. I realized it was time for me to start making things right, starting from the context we both signed. I opened the safe and brought out the signed contract. Looking at the paper brought back memories from that day. I really wanted to do something that’ll make Tristan know that I’m capable of the job because I needed money for my mom’s medication. I didn’t know my life was going to end up becoming like this, so much ups and downs. And many things that I don’t even want to think about right now.