Pact Book Novels & Stories

They broke up eventually, after all. "Lora? Did I lose you?" Cela asked. "Oh no. Sorry. Yeah, I guess we can just leave it as is so we can start marketing the book soon and then prepare for the special," Lora said. "Is that all?" Cela asked. She's eager to be left alone in the shed. "Oh, Before I go, I have here something that Nate wanted me to give to you," Lora said. "What is it?" Cela asked.

"The callus on your middle finger. You spend a lot of time drafting by hand. That, plus the way you're standing – slightly apart from the crowd, observing. You're used to analyzing systems, seeing how things fit together." I gaped at him. "That's... impressive. And a little creepy." He shrugged, unapologetic. "Observation is a useful skill in my line of work." "And what line of work is that?" I asked, curiosity overriding my usual caution. "Now that," he said, leaning in close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear, "would be telling." The music shifted, a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate through my bones. The man set down his glass and held out a hand. "Dance with me?"

My grip on the book in my hand tightened, every instinct in me screaming at me to decline, to walk away, but the hopeful look in her eyes made it impossible. "I really shouldn't stay. I have to get back to something," I muttered, and she smiled, dragging my hand. She slid the book off the table to me and raised it to my face. "You can take this if you want." "There’s this fascinating section about how packs used to form blood pacts to strengthen their bonds. Did you know that some of them even shared mates to unify their territories?” I looked to her in surprise, and as if she was just realizing what her words had meant, she flushed uncomfortably.

Emma sat in Patricia's apartment Saturday morning, spreading Sophia's hunting rights materials across the coffee table alongside Patricia's own reference books. The contrast was striking, Sophia's documents were pristine, professionally bound, and intimidatingly comprehensive. Patricia's books were well-worn, with handwritten notes in the margins and sticky tabs marking important sections. "Interesting approach," Patricia said, examining one of Sophia's documents. "Very thorough, very formal." Very thorough, very formal. Emma caught the diplomatic tone that suggested Patricia had reservations.

Cassian spoke. “You’re interested in joining the Pact.” Tan smiled. “Yes.” But his next sentence changed the tone of the room. “However, I do not intend to join as a passive partner.” Cassian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you proposing?” Tan folded his hands calmly. “A strategic alliance.” Avelyn asked the obvious question. “Define strategic.” Tan leaned forward slightly. “Expansion.” He tapped a document on his desk. “The Prague Pact controls critical infrastructure coordination in Europe.” “That is correct.”

I wasn’t here for small talk. "I’m here for business, Mr William," I said, my voice steady. "Nothing more." I sat down and placed my purse on the desk, waiting for him to get to the point. I wasn’t interested in anything else. Mr. Daniel walked in a few moments later, placing a folder on the desk between us. I didn’t look up, keeping my attention on the papers in front of me. He smiled at me briefly before addressing Raymond. “I have the contract,” he said, his tone professional.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

What’s funny, though? “Then, let’s sign a blood contract. It’s different from blood pact. Blood contract is an agreement of a demon and an individual made for a certain period of time. While blood pact is a lifetime commitment of the host and the demon. Blood contract has expiration and termination policy, blood pact hasn’t. If you signed a blood contract with me, stating all your terms and conditions there, I’m in no way to trick you. We, demons, have also reputations and we know how to abide with agreements,” he stated. Wait, did he mention about blood pact?

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

She told me they should help keep the sickness at bay and would not be harmful to the baby. Time quickly passed, the day had been a huge success. Sadie was chatting with a group of young girls I’m assuming are her friends and Roman appeared to be in deep conversation with three of his men when I was approached by a young male. He handed me a copy of my book and spoke “Hi Luna, please can you sign my book” “Of course I replied, what’s your name?” I asked “Pau…Patrick” I frowned in response to his reply, was his name really Patrick, maybe the book was a gift for someone else. I shrugged it off and signed the book, handing it back with a smile on my face.