Selling Soul Contract Novels & Stories

He was sharp, and any change would alert him. Once I confirmed he was asleep, I climbed out of bed carefully. Barefoot, I moved to the study. I wanted to look one last time at what I was worth in this world. I knew the safe’s password. It was his birthday. He never hid it from me. The safe clicked open. I took out the contract that sold me to him and read it under the moonlight. Party B: Mira Lowe. Party A: Daniel Cardea. “If Party B breaches the contract, Party B must compensate Party A ten million dollars and bear all legal consequences.”

Because he had an extra layer of assurance – a Soul Contract. A Soul Contract was a document born from the willingness of two souls – one to serve; the other to Lord. A Soul Contract was no trifling matter. The Lord of the Contract could track the movement of the Servant and also feel their every emotions. The Lord couldn’t be lied to, deceived or betrayed. And the life of the Servant was within the hands of the Lord! That meant the Servant could lose his or her life at any second if the Lord was displeased with him or her. Of course, there weren’t only disadvantages for the Servant. Apart from the contract being a display of their loyalty, it also allowed the Servant to grow at their Lord’s

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

He picked up his phone and said, "Alright, let it be 70 million. I want him to pay the full amount in one go, and I want the money transferred to me right now!" Because Elliott had already signed the documents for those shops and houses, once the other party bought them back and signed their name, the contract would come into effect.

“I’m afraid he won’t agree to that. Even if he somehow reluctantly agrees, I would still have to worry about him turning traitor, and I dare not use such a servant.” “Don’t you know that there’s such a thing called Soul Contract in this world?” Alex was taken aback. Then, a realization came to him. According to the Ultimate Book of Medicine, a Soul Contract was a contract used to restrain others. Once the person who had been restrained had the desire to kill the contract owner, the contract owner would feel it immediately, and with just a single thought, the contract owner would be able to control the life and death of the one restrained. It was very oppressive and domineering!

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

"What happened to their estate?" "The family’s businesses and assets were transferred to a management firm. Her mafia father tried to claim them under marriage rights, but he was unsuccessful." Adrian hung up and immediately contacted his private lawyer. ******************* Ashleigh sat stiffly as the lawyer read the terms of the marriage contract aloud. "This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..."

Okay it’s going to be the hard way then. There was a long pause on the other end of the line, then he said “…okay, wrap up quickly then come meet me in my office in an hour, if you come more than an hour late, that’s 30 million gone from your account.” Does he think I’m some spoiled rich kid? Well I am but I know how to make a living without my daddy’s money. I cut the phone and walked towards the en suite bathroom but paused. “You got 10 minutes to get out or I’ll have to do this the hard way, so stop pretending to sleep and get a move on. Chop chop, time is ticking.”

This was a godsend opportunity, he had to grasp it. "Young Master, if this is all, then I am willing to become your driver for ten years." Ye Guoliang said. "Good!" Shi Tian was pleased with his response, then he took out a contract from his storage ring. This was not a simple paper but a soul contract, a rare contract; whoever breaches this contract, their soul will be heavily injured. After a while, Shi Tian handed Ye Guoliang the contract after writing all the conditions and clauses.

I smiled as I opened the front door for the ladies, "I wanna leave this guy with nothing and have him crying like a little bitch before he leaves my office tomorrow afternoon." "I had a feeling you might want to do something like that, Miss O’Shea. That's why I've taken the initiative to draw up a contract that would make Houdini shit himself and run for the nearest volcano like it'll make him filthy rich." Wilson replied as the ladies came inside, "It'll essentially ruin even the lives of even his twentieth generation descendants if he even breathes against the contract before he dies. In a nutshell, if he insists on getting your construction company to build him a house, he won't even own