Soul Contracts Novels & Stories

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you think a peasant like you is worthy of marrying any of us ladies!" Amidst the insults and mockery, an icy voice rings out. "Since all five of you are annulling your marriage contracts with him, I, Mavis Jefferson, shall accept it." Timothy looks in her direction and his heart clenches. It's her!

Yesha Elaine Valdez has always lived a life dictated by survival—quiet sacrifices, buried dreams, and nights filled with desperate wishes for something more. She never expected those wishes to be heard. And she never expected them to be answered. On a storm-drenched night, a mysterious contract finds its way into her hands—one she doesn’t remember signing… but bears her name in ink darker than black. Before she can make sense of it, he appears. A man cloaked in shadows. Beautiful. Dangerous. Inhuman. He knows her fears. Her desires. Her secrets. And worst of all— He claims her. Bound by a deal she never knowingly made, Yesha is pulled into a world where power comes with a price, and freedom is an illusion. The man who calls himself her collector is no ordinary being—he is something far older, far darker… a devil who does not ask. He takes. As Yesha struggles to break free from the chains of a contract that binds her soul, she finds herself drawn to the very creature she should fear. Because beneath his cruelty lies something fractured… something that looks dangerously close to longing. But loving the devil is never without consequence. And in a game where souls are currency, Yesha may discover too late— Some contracts were never meant to be broken.

Seduced by the Billionaire is a sizzling collection of standalone short novels where powerful billionaires meet fierce, unexpected women who turn their worlds upside down. From scandalous contracts to dangerous secrets, each story dives into a world of passion, power, and emotional intensity—where every deal comes with a price, and falling in love is the ultimate risk.

My name is Amanda Hayes, I'm 24 years old, and my life changed forever the day I signed that contract. It all started with an internship at Black Industries, the most prestigious company in London. I was proud, naive, convinced it was my big break. But on the first day, I overheard a conversation I never should have heard: names, numbers, threats, words like "cartel," "delivery," "clean accident." I wanted to run away, but Cameron Black — the CEO, 32 years old, 6'4" of ice and danger cornered me in his office on the 67th floor. He knew I had heard everything. He handed me two contracts: an ironclad NDA, and a second one… binding me to him, body and soul, 24/7. Total obedience. Immediate availability. In exchange, he would erase the risk I posed. Refuse? An "accident" for me, and maybe for my family. I signed, hands trembling, because I was afraid. Because I had no choice. Ever since, I have been living in a gilded cage he calls "protection." A luxury apartment he forced on me, a wardrobe he chose, constant surveillance. I know he is a mafia boss. And yet, when he touches me, when he protects me with a possessiveness that terrifies and inflames me, I no longer know where the line between fear and desire lies. He says I am in danger because of secrets I don't yet understand. But every day, I feel myself sinking deeper into his dark world, into his arms that hold me too tight, into that contract which is no longer just on paper.

A premeditated scheme of exploitation stripped me of everything I had. An unforeseen encounter plunged me headlong into a swirling vortex of chaos. Betrayal, contracts, endless entanglements… As the gears of fate clicked into motion, a single sheet of agreement threw me back into the orbit of that person—yet he seemed to have erased every trace of me from his memory… Meanwhile, my ex’s relentless, suffocating pestering and life’s unyielding, brutal trials kept closing in, one after another.

Eric Winter controls everything around him with obsessive precision: businesses, contracts, people… and most of all, his own emotions. To him, relationships have always been simple. Desire. Clear rules. No room for attachment. That’s exactly why the contracts exist. Stevan, on the other hand, has spent most of his life surviving. By day, he endures an abusive boss inside the multinational company where he works. At night, he takes jobs he never imagined he’d accept just to keep paying for his sick mother’s treatment. Quiet, insecure, and far too used to swallowing humiliation in silence, Stevan has never believed he was the kind of man someone would truly choose. But everything changes the night Eric finds him in a VIP room. What should have been just another proposition quickly turns into something dangerous. Because Stevan doesn’t respond to Eric the way other men do. And for the first time in years, Eric loses control of himself. Between lingering stares, restrained desire, and rules breaking one by one, the two of them become trapped in a relationship that was never supposed to go beyond the limits of a contract. The problem is, some feelings don’t obey clauses. And Eric realizes far too late that maybe he doesn’t just want Stevan’s body. Maybe he wants all of him.

Three years ago, billionaire playboy Lucian Velmore and wild, free-spirited heiress Caliste Winslow were forced into a cold, political marriage. They sealed the deal, wore the smiles, signed the papers—and walked away. Separate lives. No questions asked. But now, the elders of both dynasties are calling them back. There's a clause in the marriage contract that demands an heir—and time is running out. What begins as a cold negotiation for a child quickly spirals into a dangerous game of proximity, passion, and buried emotions. Because some contracts are harder to break... especially when hearts are on the line.

The world has been cruel and dreadful to Cleo Remington ever since her father died. She was compelled to leave their province and work her fingers to the bone just to make ends meet. Life is indeed full of unexpected surprises, because in a fortuitous way, her path will cross with Zaccheus Garren Montreal, one of the youngest and most successful business tycoons in town. He's the epitome of power and dominion. A man who has the world wrapped around his fingers. When Cleo met him, she etched it in her mind to keep her distance from him.  Aside from the fact that his rude, blunt, and unfeeling attitude ticks her off, their first encounter was, without a doubt, horrible.  But how can she avoid him when they are living under the same roof and breathing the same air? 

I'm one of the rare Omega healers in our pack. My soul essence can fix pretty much anything. Alpha Damian promised me: "Give me your soul essence to keep Isolde's soul steady, and I'll mark you. You'll be my mate, my one and only Luna." However, he drained my soul essence for three solid years, all for Isolde, his childhood sweetheart who pretend to have this soul-fading sickness. Until I got pregnant. And the pack's High Priestess told me my soul flame was about to go out. To save my baby, I secretly cut off the essence supply. Damian found it out. He slammed me against a rock wall. "How dare you to pregnant?! Your soul essence is for Isolde! That’s the only reason you’re even here!" When Isolde found out I was carrying the Alpha's pup, her "sickness" got way worse. She even faked falling into an icy river, making it look like her soul was about to shatter. Damian even dragged my ten-year-old brother, Liam, to the Moon Goddess altar, trying to suck out what little soul essence he had. Just because Liam's soul essence was like mine, but purer. And when I wanted to get rid of the baby to save myself, he locked me in a deep cave in the wolf keep, ordered the High Priestess: "Keep her soul stable. Cut the puppy out. I want her to watch everything she cares about turn to dust." My soul stone was smashed to pieces. When I woke up again, I was back on the day the High Priestess told me I had a pup in my belly. This time, I touched my flat stomach and whispered, " I want to abort this child." " This time, I won't let Damien bully me anymore."

When the wolves were created they were created without a soul, animals, killer machines, ones that go on killing spree with nothing to hold them back. The gods regretted their decision to create the wolves, they were rogue, they had no loyalties, nothing to stop them from burning the whole world, they needed a soul. The gods couldn't give the wolves a soul, they refused to kneel down, and their souls were as dark as their dark lusts. The gods forced the wolves to their knees, giving them souls in the shape of humans, kill the soul and die, hurt the soul and feel agony, the souls are to be saved, and protected, no more killing, no more attacks, they are forced to take care of their own soul.