Sign Here Novels & Stories

This included documentation and the presence of lawyers to oversee important matters. "As you can see," I addressed the gathering, "my esteemed father-in-law is signing his pledge of loyalty. This signifies that whenever I call upon him, he is obligated to answer." Thronesman, his expression still somewhat grim, accepted the pen and marked his signature on the left side of the document. In response, I signed on the right side. To seal the commitment, Thronesman pricked his thumb with the dagger and applied a smear of his blood next to the Alpha seal. The crowd erupted in applause as he returned the documents to me.

“Don’t worry about it. I told them I’d sign off on it, so I’ll do it. I’ll give you access to the electronic database and have you work on those.” Her eyes widened. “Surely there’s something I can do to help?” “Unless you have my signature on a stamp, probably not.” She blinked. “Give me an hour. Your seal should be in your office still.” She turned and pulled out a piece of paper before putting it on her desk. “If you could give me your prettiest, pettiest signature?” I laughed and took the pen, signing it with a flourish, my middle initial and a scrolling heart beneath it.

She just had to sign them. "Yes, Ma."

I just raised my right hand as a sign of my agreement. . c.m. louden

The signature shouldn’t exist. And whoever placed it there had just signed their own sentence.

It finally got to her turn and she received the package, it had the seal of the beta of the Blue Moon Pack pack and the name, SAGE STORM was engraved on it. "Here... Sign" the man said, giving her a pen. Her fingers trembled as she took the pen, sweat forming at her brow. How would she forge Sage's signature? She had never seen it before and Lucien didn't prepare her for something like this. "Come on, other students are waiting" the man urged her and she responded with a nod and scribbled "SAGE" on the book. After all, no one from this school has seen Sage's signature before. She shrugged, catching her breath.

A thin red line marked where it had been, a small trickle of blood running down to stain his collar. I walked back around to face him, tucked the knife into my belt, and picked up the pen from the table. I held it out to him, my expression cold and expectant. "Sign," I ordered. His free hand was shaking so badly he could barely hold the pen, but he managed to grab it. He pulled the papers closer with trembling fingers and scrawled his signature across the bottom of each page—messy and rushed, but legible enough to be legally binding.

"Don't make this difficult, Ruth. You know I have plenty of ways to make you sign 'willingly,' right?" I glared at him, my hatred boiling over. But in the end, I lowered my head and signed my name on the last page of each document. But at the very end of my name, I used my fingernail to make the smallest, nearly imperceptible dot. This was a secret mark that only Moira would recognize. It was a code from our school days. If we ever had to sign something against our will, we would leave that tiny mark beneath our names.

she pointed at the lines our signatures were to go. Dorian signed first. His signature was sharp, controlled… just like him. He then passed the document to me. I stared at the pen and paper for a moment before picking up the pen and with trembling hands, I signed on it. “It’s done…” the woman announced, sounding giddy. A lump grew in my throat as my eyes burned with tears I refused to let fall. ‘Come on, Elara. You’ve cried enough already.” I told myself. “Now that it’s signed, you just have to seal it with a kiss!”