Sign Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I let out a loud groan, recollecting yesterday's scene. "Uff... I sighed, it wasn't a dream, how unfortunate,but I am perfectly fine now. "Hey beautiful, did you sleep well?" Chelsea asked, combing her hair. "Well,yes." "I can imagine." She let out a loud breath and looked at me expressionlessly. "Did your mother in any way wrong your father? That he could have done this to you?" "I don't know but I doubt mom did something. Do you know? Dad made me sign a document for him, before his disappearance. Oh my goodness, could it have been it? "

"Of course. After you sign this." I bring out a document from the manila folder—a contract, stating the rules of the arrangement we've made here. Without delay, Claire asks for a pen and quickly signs the contract. No fuss, no complication, and without even reading it over first. A wave of relief washes over me, watching her signature carve into the paper. "There. I signed it." "Good."

Then he picked up the pen and slowly signed the first page. “Great!” she said brightly, flipping to the next page. “Just here, see the dash? There’s no time, you’re running late already. Just sign here and we’re done.” Christian hesitated. Not because he didn’t know what he was signing, he did, but because he needed her to believe she had succeeded. He signed again.

Nova’s pov “Your Highness, please we would need your signature on these.” elder Bighana gathered the files and dropped them on the table for me to take them. I knitted my brows before leaning forward to take the files from the table. I took out the first one and scanned through the sheets. “Once you put in your signature, everything is done.” the elder spoke up, I sighed before grabbing a ball pen from the table. “Okay,” I moved my gaze to the lower part of the files and put in my signature without reading the whole content.

One of them had no idea this treaty was leading him toward hell. Benedict was the first one to sign the contract and seal the deal with his blood while Zebian followed suit. He pinched his thumb with a needle and smeared blood underneath his name. The chief picked up the contract and presented it to the people who clapped with all their hearts.

I found myself rereading a few sections twice. For someone as powerful as Sebastian, the agreement was surprisingly fair. There were no unreasonable demands or humiliating conditions. It almost didn't feel real. Eventually, I reached the last page. The signature line. My fingers tightened around the pen. Once I signed, there would be no turning back. I closed my eyes for a brief second, then slowly wrote my name. Skylar Vale. I stared at the signature for a while before letting out a quiet breath. It was done. Still curious, I flipped through the remaining pages. But a tired yawn escaped my lips.

Inside was the official border document that required my blood-signature and final seal to prevent a skirmish near the neutral zone of Oakhaven. As I reached to pull out the heavy fountain pen from my pocket, I felt my cock twitch but I kept my movements sharp and clinical regardless. I flipped the page open, my dark eyes skimming the fine print with practiced precision, and signed my name in thick, aggressive strokes. I slammed the folder shut, handing it back to the scribe without a word. The man nodded frantically, bowing before retreating into the shadows of the room.

She thought to herself. “Are you gonna sign it or not.” The old lady yelled, bringing her back to face her reality. Clara grabbed the pen and paper. Tears dropped on the piece she was about to sign on while she sobbed silently. She used her teeth to uncover the pen and turned it downwards to point at the book. “Where should I sign?” “Kindly put your signature here.” “I get that.” Clara nodded. Then slowly, the pen began to move on the paper.

It was a necessary evil, one that had to be done. Instead of opening the book to the list of supernatural creatures, as I usually did, I started at the first page and began to simply read it in order instead. Some of the words were impossible to make out in Rosie’s handwriting, and some of them I, quite frankly, just didn’t understand. But I worked through it, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, my index finger trailing beneath the words as I squinted at them. I was about to give up, my eyes and brain both exhausted, when a single word, inked in black and underlined, caught my eye: signs.

“Sign.” I panicked, resisting him with the last ounce of strength left in me. “I said no!” But his grip tightened, and pain shot through my wrist as he forced my hand across the page. The pen touched the signature line. For one heartbeat, I stared at the blank space. Then an idea struck me. I twisted my wrist and dragged the pen violently across the paper. Kaizen released me and stared at the document. Then his face changed because I had not signed my name. Across the signature line, in jagged, furious handwriting, were three words.