Sign Here Novels & Stories

Then Dante opened the door and left. The moment the latch clicked shut, I forced my trembling hand toward my necklace. I’d installed a tiny pin device inside it—just in case the Moretti, or more specifically Dante and Gianna, decided not to let me walk away after today’s vote. I never actually thought I’d need it. I guess I never thought the Moretti would sink this low. But here we were. I pressed the pin down with all the strength I could gather. A signal shot to my phone—the automated message I’d drafted before today would be delivered straight to my father.

He initialed the margin, signed the primary signature line at the bottom in a bold, confident script, and capped the pen with a soft click. ‎He slid the signed paper back to me. As I reached for it, his fingers brushed against mine. ‎A sharp, electric shock ran up my arm. I didn't pull my hand away right away, and neither did he. His thumb lightly grazed the side of my wrist, his skin warm and heavy against mine, before he let go. ‎"It's official," John said quietly, his eyes holding mine. "You're a founder now, Elena." ‎I looked down at his signature on the page, then back up at him. The business was done. The contract was signed.

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD

Faro was standing right in front of her now. “What do you want?” he asked her. “I still need to sign the contract in your presence,” she said softly, taken aback by the anger and resentment in his eyes. “Fine,” Faro said and turned around. He walked to a desk situated in one corner of his bedroom and picked up a pen. He turned towards her and held it out. “Sign the fucking thing so we can get this over with.” Sihana watched him and inhaled the scent of Scotch that oozed from his pores. She gripped the pen tightly and signed on the line above her name. She realized he had to have been drinking the whole afternoon but he didn’t look that drunk.

Observing her hesitation, Seth asked again, "May I sign? I have other engagements later." Jane regained her composure, nodded, and said, "Please sign immediately." She picked up a pen and signed her name with solemnity.

he irritably said, starting to roll the paper. "No, wait! I want to sign it!" I immediately grabbed the paper from his hand. "How can I sign this? Where's the pen?" I asked him. He takes out a small knife from his body and walks closer to me. He gently holds my hand and sticks the knife's tip into my index finger, making a small cut. "Use your blood," he whispered. I followed exactly what he said and duly signed the paper. After signing the paper, it vanished in thin air right before my eyes. "Now that the deal has been made, may I ask what are the missy's wishes?" He excitedly asked.

“I simply negotiate.” Zade walked forward next. “You tricked her, then. It’s still the same thing.” But I barely heard them. My gaze was fixed on the signature and how perfect it was. The elder at the center adjusted his glasses and spoke. “Regardless of your… concerns, the contract looks real. It carries both the Silvercrest and Rosegold seals, and her mark is valid.” “My mark?” I asked. He pointed to the bottom right corner of the document. There, just beneath my signature, was a faint print, like someone had pressed their fingertip onto the paper.

"Find another person to live with in the future! It's good that you know this. Once we sign it, we're no longer bound to each other!" Savannah lowered her head and didn't reply. However, she couldn't help clenching her fists and digging her fingernails into her palms. Her nails weren't long, but it still hurt. "Give me a pen!" Callan growled at Lucien. Lucien quickly gave it to him. Callan grabbed it and swished the agreement to the last page. He then signed his name. "All right!" "Master Handerson, your personal seal!" Lucien reminded him in a low voice.

She lifts her arm with effort, the movement stiff and sluggish and a little bit hurtful. Charles sets the pen in front of her. Brie flips the contract open to the last page, the signing page. "Sign. Your full name. No initials and no rough play." Bethany picks up the pen. Slowly. Her fingers shake. She brings it to the paper. And signs. Every letter. B-E-T-H-A-N-Y W-O-R-T-H with a beautiful flair at the end. Brie’s smile spreads so wide it nearly cracks her face. "Thank you," she says, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "You just made history."