Soul Contracts Book 소설 & 이야기

Dahlia’s P.O.V I stared at the contract again, fingers twitching slightly as I flipped to the third page, my eyes scanning the cold, crisp text that felt more like a business proposal than anything remotely close to what we were trying to build. If that’s what we were doing. Trying. That word barely fit anymore. There was no trying with Killian. There was only doing. And if you couldn’t keep up, you got shut out—cordially, politely, but effectively. I sighed and sat back, the thick paper heavy in my lap.

KAMARIA POV "Your mother is right, Davina. We love each other very much, but nothing romantic. You could say we are soul mates," Bobby smiled at me, and I smiled back agreeing with his words. "Shouldn't your soulmate be someone you are in love with?" Davina frowned at Bobby. "Not necessarily. Come on guys let me introduce you to my wife and kids. Jonathan and his girlfriend are here too," he added as we trailed through the short corridor leading into the living room.

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

"Elena. What did she promise him?" "I cannot see the terms of contracts," Cornelius said. "Only their existence. Only the marks they leave behind." "But you know it involves me." "The soul wound connects to you, yes." The gargoyle's eyes followed my pacing. "It pulses when you're connected. It responds to your presence." I stopped walking. "It responds to me?" "Of course." He sounded surprised I didn't already know this. "Soul wounds created by royalty are never simple. They're designed to bind. To connect. To ensure the terms of the contract can be fulfilled, no matter what obstacles arise."

My hands roamed over my body, looking for traces of what I had just felt. My clothes were still in place. Everything was the same. It had been a dream. Just a dream. And still… I mourned it as if I had lost something real. That dream, already fading, had given me my first encounter with something I would’ve willingly accepted. Something not stolen. Not forced. Something that simply… happened. And now, back in reality, I had nothing. Only the contract. Only duty. I had to bond with a clan of men I barely knew to make sure my sister wouldn’t go through what I had endured.

“You made a soul pact with another man? Is he human? Why would you do such a thing to me, Snugbug? Why would you hurt me like this? gods, I’m-” “Shut it, Dragon.” Olyon snaps. Then he turns to face me. “What sort of soul pact did you make?” The sort of soul pact that means my soul is bound to damnation forever. But I had no choice. I needed to make the pact to have a better purpose for doing the things I'll be doing pretty soon. This mission was bound to happen, so I made good use of the opportunity presented to me. Soul pacts are the highest order of binding magic in existence. They supersede the gods and carry on into the Beyond.

The air between us seemed to tighten. “…Where did you get that?” My throat went dry. “It just… appeared.” He walked closer, each step measured. “You shouldn’t touch it.” “It’s just a book,” I whispered. “No,” he said sharply, reaching out and snapping it shut. The air crackled faintly, and for a second, I saw faint embers glow from his fingertips. “That’s not just a book. It’s a conduit.” “A conduit?” “For souls,” he said. “For power that should’ve stayed buried.”

“So you admit it then? That you married Selene because she could give you what Evelyn couldn’t?” “Stop,” I said,my voice loud . “Just stop. I’m not a womb. I’m not a throne-filler. You all talk like I don’t exist in this room. You people didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself. Evelyn this, Evelyn that.” The room went silent all of a sudden until Zarek spoke up again. “Listen, Selene. This contract doesn’t even matter anymore because I have started loving you,” Zarek said quietly, looking at me.

I had left the Tesla at the apartment Aiden gave me. I picked up the envelope and frowned. I turned it over a few times, then opened it. Inside was my soul selling contract. It was signed, stamped, and made official. My heart beat fast. I opened the contract with shaking hands. A small note fell out. I saw Aiden’s bold, strong handwriting. “Aurora, my soul is yours. No rules or strings attached. Tell me what you need to keep it. I’ll do anything.” Aiden Tears filled my eyes. Aiden didn’t believe in souls. He gave me something he didn’t even think was real. I wanted to believe him, but I knew I shouldn’t. Every time I hoped instead of seeing the truth in our relationship, I got hurt.

I found it condescending and mortifying but most of them didn't care, they wanted it, they begged for it. When Cole came to me with the proposal of a contract marriage the first thought that came to my mind was "Out of all the girls you fuck with, why a girl you haven't even fucked with" Maybe he didn't need a girl to fuck, I thought, maybe he was actually looking for a lady who was real, a lady that kept it a hundred with him. Maybe that was why my betrayal really broke him, or maybe it is all in my head and I am just looking for some sort of solace, some sort of hope that would tell me,