Pact Book Novels & Stories

[Gabriel's POV] “Perception matters.” My brother Lorenzo said it, like it was the most important truth in the world. Maybe to him, it was. “Investors don’t just look at numbers,” he continued, leaning back in his chair like he had already won the argument. “They look at stability. Structure. Predictability.” I didn’t respond immediately because I already knew where it was heading. “They look at you,” he added. There it was. I tapped my pen once against the table. Controlled. Measured.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

And it was the only fuel I needed to get back on track. I pulled out the paper and spread it on the table. It was a document with the seal of the pack on the bottom and Syn’s signature, but other than that I didn’t recognize much so I started reading all of it. “It’s a contract.” Preston says as he watches me and reads it along with me. “You recognize it?” “Vaguely. I’ve seen some in records books or history books. Its an old school contract, one that was made for more than trade or land or something. It’s like a blood oath.”

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

Jarrold’s gaze was unnervingly calm. "How much?" "Eighty thousand," I said without missing a beat. "It's for my family's debts. I'll pay you back. I promise." I wasn't lying. In my past life, I'd have rather worked three jobs than ask him for a cent, clinging to some foolish pride. How pathetic. A smart woman keeps her eyes on the prize, not her heart. Jarrold fell silent, his expression an unreadable mask. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

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"If you're really interested in your 'sister', why not book her again?" "What kind of person do you think I am?" I protested, my face flushed with anger. After drinking, Robert dropped me off at home. His suggestion kept echoing in my mind, and I wondered if I should book Eleanor again. However, I kept pushing the thought away. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was my true desire, but I ended up logging into the coin auction website. Finding my previous purchase history, I saw that the same coin was still listed. A surge of anger washed over me as I realized Eleanor was still doing this. She actually lied to me! Impulsively, I booked the coin, desperate to see her face when she showed

It was a gesture that felt almost tender, which made the power behind it feel even more dangerous. "Fear buys us time, but to rule, they need to see the permanence. They need to see that you aren't just a guest in my house or a weapon I pulled from the woods." "And how do we do that?" I asked. He turned, gesturing toward the vast, vaulted space of the Court. "The Pact needs to be spoken into the record. We hold a binding, not a wedding, that’s a human vanity, a theatrical performance for families and neighbors. This is a synchronization. We weave our signatures into the bedrock of the throne so that if they try to move against you, they move against the foundation of their own reality." he s

] Yes, she would probably struggle with sleep, but Valerie already had a way to pass the time. She picked up the book she had bought at the bookstore the day before, took a picture of it, and sent it over. [The gardening tips you mentioned the other day were really interesting. I’ve been wanting to buy some succulents for the house, so I picked up this book to learn more. It should be a nice distraction.] [Succulents? Are you planning to buy them online or in person?] [In person, I think. I plan to check the flower market the day after tomorrow.]