Pact Book Novels & Stories

Started pulling down boxes from the top shelf. Old tournament trophies. Photos. Random stuff I'd shoved up there when I moved in. A napkin fell out of one of the boxes. White. Wrinkled. Writing in black pen. The Mel's Diner napkin. Our pact. I picked it up. Unfolded it carefully. The paper was soft from being folded and unfolded so many times. **THE HOLIDATE PACT** *Rules:* *1. Holidays only* *2. No feelings* *3. No expectations*

“Protocol.” I flick the folio open. It reads like intimacy pretending to be logistics. Shared calendar access, our names braided through the week. A short list titled Media Notes (smile with your eyes; touch his sleeve if you need to end a question; if you don’t want to answer, say, “That’s generous—next one”). A one-page Security Agreement with checkboxes. No devices monitored. Driver at night. Visible detail at events. Maya: off-limits unless I say otherwise. He watches me read. Not impatient. Concentrated. “If any of it feels wrong, we change it.”

A few months later… Bailey's POV “Thank you for coming with me,” I said as I adjusted my seatbelt. “You don't need to thank me, according to this book, it's my duty.” He said, pointing to the pregnancy help book on his lap, William has been reading a lot of these pregnancy help books over the weeks and I personally think the author sucks. Just last week, he kept trying to convince me to go for something called a vagina steam, and don't get me started on the time he practically coerced me into making a mayonnaise face mask. How does that help the baby?

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

Public Rivalry The engagement contract lay on the mahogany table like a venomous snake, its pages still warm from Elena’s trembling fingers. Valentina’s elegant script mocked her from the final note: Some contracts never truly end. Ask your wife what her father really traded for his debts. The truth is coming, darling.

I took it with shaking hands and read the bold words at the top: “Official Supply Partnership – Extended to All Branches” She held the paper in my hand, still shaking. “They said they want a contract. Long-term one. To supply cupcakes and other baked items to all their company branches. Omo! And they say their company driver will pick it up every morning.” My eyes widened. I read the lines twice. Three times. I stood there for a moment, not moving, not speaking. Then I slowly dropped the piping bag and wiped my hands on my apron.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

I say in a muffled tone. “Hello, my little bookworm. How was your meeting?” I grunt in explanation and refuse to move from my face-plant position. “That bad huh? I am assuming you were late?” Patrick, the librarian and historian of our pack, says in a teacher-like tone. I lift my head just a bit to grumble out my words. “Me being late is not the point!” After a minute I add, “How was the book?” Patrick laughs, “Oh! I gotta say, chapter 9. What a doozy!”

Patrick responded and I smiled. "Okay. Just remember that you said that." I answered and he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I found a few books that looked good to start with." he gestured to a stack of dusty books next to him. For the next hour, we sorted through a few of the books together, finding some interesting information about witches and covens. "Look at this." I pushed an open book towards Patrick.