Harry And Narcissa Marriage Contract Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The contract I had signed that night was no other than a marriage contract, one that breaching was not even part of an option, and neither was getting a divorce. *** So here I was matching to my personal doom, in the open night sky with stars as luminous as diamonds in the sky. If only this was a different scenario, where I was walking towards the love of my life, someone I've always wanted to spend forever with, then it would have been a romantic scene... But this was like a scene from a horror movie, one where I'm the sacrificial lamb, walking with her talons, right unto the sacrificial table.

"Did you want to tell me something? Maybe I can understand. Because I'm wondering why you wouldn't involve me in this decision beforehand. I know you too well, you don't make decisions randomly. Did I do something wrong?" Alejandro's expression was icy, his eyes cold and detached. "How was I supposed to tell you this?" He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Are you struggling to understand? I said the contract was over. We should go our separate ways. We're not destined to be together." With a flick of his wrist, he dropped the divorce papers in front of her, the sound echoing through the room like a death sentence. Maria's heart sank, her eyes scanning the papers as if searching for

That was honest—unexpectedly so. “I don’t bite,” she said, the corner of her lips twitching. “I know,” Harrison replied, and for the first time, she thought she saw the trace of a smile—real and fleeting. They ate in silence after that. She picked at a croissant, he finished his eggs, and neither of them brought up the wedding, the awkwardness of last night, or the fact that they were now legally bound until… what? Death? Divorce? A contract with no expiration date.

Rufus nodded and handed over the pen to me, I went through the document and it was a new marriage contract but the issue was different, it was an indefinite contract. "An indefinite contract??” I didn't know when I mentioned it out loud and he landed another hit on me. "How dare you complain? Sign in at once if you want to see your brother again!“ Am I doing this for real? I guess I have no other choice but to do this, I hope in my next life, I won't end up in this hell of a marriage. I want to see Ezra, so making this decision is what is best for me, I am so sorry Owen, I have no other choice.

“That’s perfect. Use that tomorrow.” We finish the run-through. First date. First kiss. Every milestone carefully crafted to withstand Marcus Knight’s interrogation. By the time we’re done, the lies feel like memories. “One last thing,” Victor says. “Marcus will ask about intentions. Long term plans. Zara?” I hesitate. The contract says six months. But in this story, we’re in love. “I say I’m taking it one day at a time. That we’re building something real and I’m not rushing it.”

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

I say, Sky just gives me those usually warm eyes, but they're narrowed and cold right now, "Baby, I promise you on my life. I've never even been attracted to anyone else, all I want is you. I'm crazy about you. And even if I used to think Nico was the coolest guy for all the random shit he does, at the end of the day I was always glad I had you." "Then I don't know what to tell you, Farrow. A man this content in his marriage wouldn't have been such an easy target for a love spell," she murmurs and loses the fire, she just gets down again, "I mean, it doesn't matter anymore, but I wanted to make it clear. You're probably lying to yourself about your feelings for me." She's wrong. My feelings

Or perhaps, I had to get permission from Nicholas before I did that. “I will leave now,” Harry told me. “However, don't think I am leaving your life. I understand that you probably got an offer from Nicholas seeing that you're going to marry him. However, that unborn baby is equally mine. I will be back!” Harry smiled. Suddenly, Nicholas's car appeared. He was speeding and he applied the car brakes when he got near us. He ran out of the car and came between Harry and I. “What are you doing here?” Nicholas asked. It seemed he had lost his breath. He acted in this same manner when I was talking to Austin. Why does he get worked up whenever I talk to a man?

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. He stepped closer. “Trust me, Ivy. We don’t need the healer or the antidote. This way, we’ll even have our own pup… You’ll have to be my mate then, won’t you?” He reached out and lifted my chin. “Even in this life, you can never escape me. You’ll always be mine, Ivy.” As my consciousness faded, it hit me. Harry had come back from past, too.

He played the part so perfectly that I had not noticed a single flaw. Last month, he had gone to my house with his parents to discuss our wedding. No matter how much they promised that they were only interested in me and not my family's money, Dad insisted that Harry sign a prenuptial agreement before agreeing to the marriage. "Whether it is property before marriage or earnings after, everything belongs to each of you individually. No shared property. Sign it, and I can confidently marry Freya off to you," Dad said. For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed.