Soul Contracts Book Novels & Stories

Reaching. Pulling away. Holding on. And somewhere beneath all of it, something ancient adjusted its strategy, patient and hungry and learning. But in a basement under a bookshop— A different pattern began. Quiet. Unannounced. From one bond that refused to break— To another that remembered— It didn’t have to.

"How do i pay a coin with a soul? How... " He folded the book gently closed, his fingers trembling just so. "There are ways people make good on debts to things that are not human." He looked at the page where the ink shimmered, then at her, as if measuring whether the sun would rise again. "Rituals, Oaths and Blood exchanges written in languages older than this house. Things that bind and make a bargain permanent. This book is a map and a chain." Her chest tightened until it hurt. "Then let me leave. Let me go somewhere no one can touch me. If it is the blood moon if they can take me then I will run."

Something that would pull her out of her own head. Her hand paused over a familiar name. Dan Brown. She smiled faintly and pulled The Da Vinci Code from the shelf. Then, almost without thinking, she grabbed Angels & Demons too. Predictable? Maybe. But reliable. She turned toward the counter. “That’s a solid choice.” The voice came from beside her. She glanced up to see a tall man standing there, holding a single book in his hand. He had that unmistakable English accent and a relaxed smile. “Oh,” she said politely. “You’ve read them?”

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.

It will not be a soft story… but it will be a real one. And yes, the official title is: Uncontracted Desire: Twisted Affection I’ll be sharing a special epilogue from their book immediately after this chapter, a small doorway into the world they’re about to crash into. Consider it a taste of what could become a full novel. But here’s the truth: This sequel will come alive fully only if you want it. Your engagement, your comments, and your excitement are what will determine whether Max and Ava’s story will rise from this epilogue into a complete book.

He handed it to Matteo with trembling fingers. "This... is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth... and returned." Marcus blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Gonzales cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who’s betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power... the price of secrets." Raven’s breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Gonzales continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."

“Wondering why I am telling you all these? I believe you should get the hint already. We agreed on a contract about intimacy, this is how I want it.” “According to the little I know about BDSM, people who are involved in it will have a detailed conversation and make a contract to agree upon acts that will be applied. Without an agreement, it is classified as an abuse or rape. What if I say no?” She asked and Alex leaned closer to her, her breathing became shaky again and her heart started to race. “I don't think you would.” He replied and stared into her eyes, Blakeley stared back. She suddenly shut her eyes and bit her lip when his hand came in contact with her clit, he creased it and slowl

Hearing her response, he burst into boisterous laughter, callously speaking words that deeply wounded her spirit. "I did not spend a million dollars just to see you, Angel. I purchased you for my own desires, to touch and savor, to consume," he declared, his lips inching closer to her ear as he continued, "to destroy, to torment, to defile." Overwhelmed by his appalling words, she began to sob, unable to comprehend how someone could possess such a heartless nature to treat another human being as a mere object. She, too, is a human with emotions, just like everyone else, but now he is tarnishing her soul with his contemptible words and actions.

He is constantly looking at his phone with a frown. They both are in the library now. She finished all her classes for the day. She is supposed to be reading about some dark spells are named as Tormented Souls Stealing. 'Just for knowledge ' the royal priest told her when she asked him why she should read about those dark spells when she doesn't have any intention or necessity of using them. She was reading about the concept of stealing souls which are locked permanently to this world by blocking them from going to the afterlife. By collecting hundreds of souls like that and if anyone assimilates them inside their bodies as one, then they will receive immense power which nobody can even thin

Instead, we exchanged silent glances across the room, each daring the other to take the first step towards freedom. But as the evening wore on and the conversation flowed around us, I couldn't shake the feeling that our fate had already been sealed. Adam and I were bound together by the expectations of our families, by the weight of tradition and duty, and try as we might try to resist, it seemed that there was no escaping the inevitable.