Farewell To My Contracted Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

He stood up, clearing up the desk and shoving files into his bag I let out a slow breath. This is not a marriage. It’s a contract. And I’ve just sold three years of my life — at a very high price. Am I doing the right thing?

What my body just did goes completely beyond anyone’s imagination. I actually dared to… End my own life to break a contract!

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.

“After this shit is though, I’m leaving.” “What?” Dante looks stumped with my words, but I meant it. I wipe furiously at my cheeks only to be replaced by fresh tears. Nevertheless, I try to stop myself from crying, plopping back down on the couch. When I speak next, I barely recognize my voice, dead and detached. “I have a couple of weeks left on the contract, and once that is over I’m gone Dante, to live a normal life. You won’t be able to stop me.”

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

He dropped the bombshell, and my stomach dropped to the lowest. “You are leaving?” I questioned, and he nodded in agreement. “Why?” He was quiet for a while. “My contract with Mr Wolfe was terminated. It means I don’t get to guide you anymore. I think it is best to move elsewhere.” His voice had dropped so low. I could feel the world spinning too fucking fast. It seemed as though everything was happening too fast. It felt too unreal. One moment, I had everyone and everything I wanted. The next, life was pulling them out of my life in bits.

My entire body burned as my breath quickened. I could see his tongue darting across his lips as his eyes darkened. “The contract is ending next week, Alessia. It was nice working with you,” he said calmly. My entire body froze as my eyes widened in shock. It was nice working with you? What the heck was the meaning of that? Wasn’t that supposed to be a farewell talk? Were they sending me away?

Gideon’s smile remained fixed. Theodore stepped closer. His voice lowered enough that it felt like it belonged to the space between them only. “You signed the contract, Violet. Not your common sense.” “That sounds almost like advice.” “It is.” “From you?” His gaze held hers. “Especially from me.” Then he turned and left her standing beside the table where her name had just become part of Eleanor Cain’s final plan. Outside, somewhere beyond the windows, a raven cried into the dark. Violet looked down at the fresh copy of the contract in her hands.