Roman Reigns Contract Novels & Stories

I was shocked into silence, and I hated that Luca still had the ability to do that to me when he had left the damn country three weeks prior. I closed the contract that still sat in my hands and slid it across the desktop. “I don’t want it.” I stood up and made my way to the door with my blood boiling. “It's yours whether or not you sign the contract, Nessa.” Roman said firmly as he stood from behind his desk and walked around it, stopping in front of me. “Take it and move on.” He said as he pulled out Lucas key card for his penthouse and placed it in my hands. “I've already transferred a large sum of money into your bank account.” Roman continued to speak as he gently pulled me in for a hug

But, for some reason, it was Hades who grew too hesitant to show to them that the man might really be telling them the truth. "Can you show me the contract?" Hades asks firmly. "Just a second," the man excused himself for a brief moment, only to return with a brown envelope. It contains a sheet of paper with a contract between Lupercalian Twist's management and Rheis Olympia. The contract contains an irrevocable agreement, which stunned the three brothers. Whereas whoever of her sons fails to bring her a suitable wife after the Lupercalian Twist must surrender all his financial rights and belongings to the Lupercalian Twist institution.

No longer worrying about the contract, he thought of all of the ways he could rearrange Henry’s face. Quickly, Juliet shook her head. “I took care of it. But he’s pissy.” “Hopefully, he’ll process the contract quickly. I gave Sinders a week to get me the signed contract or else I told him the Vinune is going back on the market.” “And it’s a straight across deal?” Rome nodded. “Essentially, we just paid about thirteen million for my freedom.”

The pay was excellent, of course, but how could they sign away their freedom so casually? Each contract was for the term of one cycle, or roughly one year, to be renegotiated at the end of the term. The “owner” also signed a contract that specifically spelled out what he could and couldn’t do with his purchase. Werewolf masters were said to be generous and lavish with gifts and also excellent lovers, according to the gossip Keanna had overheard from the other young women and men. She had resigned herself to that aspect of it, knowing she would have to submit to the general to keep her happy.

Marianella: My sister, and in my defense, besides getting me into this mess, she has her own fake boyfriend too. Roman: Fascinating. I wrinkle my nose, he is snobbish even by message, and that doesn't surprise me. Roman: I don't need a clause for everything, I have a method or two of making sure you keep your mouth shut. Marianella: Why the contract then? Don't you trust your potential as a villain anymore? You're losing your touch. Roman: It's out of formality, more like a last card. He wasn't kidding about having other means to keep me quiet, I've seen it with my own eyes and it gives me chills to think that I might be next.

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

My anger flared hot and fast again. "Are you just going to ignore me?" I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet. Roman didn't flinch. "I am working." "Last night you couldn't keep your hands off me," I snapped, leaning forward in my chair. "Today I'm just a piece of furniture?" Roman finally lowered his screen. His obsidian eyes locked onto mine, completely devoid of the burning passion from a few hours ago. "We executed a clause in our contract last night," Roman said, his voice terrifyingly flat. "Nothing more."

For a moment, they simply admired the clear water flowing from the fountain, as they both stalled the inevitable discussion ahead. Reyna broke the silence first. “I’m guessing this isn’t a social call.” When Reyna broke the silence, William sighed heavily. “The contract…there have been changes.” Her stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” Rubbing a tired hand down his face, William continued. “It’s been shortened, from six months to just one, after the winery starts making a huge progress.” Reyna blinked back sudden tears, hating her vulnerability. “Why are you telling me this now?”