Terms Of Enlistment Novels & Stories

Maybe because she was watching him like he was a stock she hadn't decided to buy yet. He picked up the contract and skimmed. The basics hit him first: One-year marriage. Public appearances. No romantic entanglements outside the agreement. A $500,000 payout upon successful completion. He whistled low. "You really weren't kidding." "I don't have time to kid," she said, standing and walking to the window. Her heels clicked with that same lethal rhythm. "I have thirty days before the board forces me to hand over my company to a man who thinks women should fetch coffee, not run empires."

My mom struggled to put me through high school and we both knew there was no money for college. When I was a senior in high school they had a vocation day that I attended. A US Army recruiter occupied one of the booths. We talked and he explained how the Army would put me through college—at least tuition, board and books—with the "only" requirement that I take some required military courses during college, give the army a month of my time each summer, and then serve a four-year enlistment. And to sweeten the proposition, they would make me an officer.

Ana is still worried and until we left the barracks this morning she kept checking in on me. We don't all have to serve in the military, but after The Darkness our society had to shift. Each pack is required to send 16-year-olds off to training for some sort of civil service. Most services only need two years to train them before they meet their wolves and are able to go start working for the 5-year commitment. Soldiers won't start active duty until they are done with their 6th year, so they get at least 4 years of training their wolves as well. Then they have a 5-year commitment, but can stay on if they choose. With the other civil services, creatures can go back to their packs after traini

"Mom, you won't believe what I just found out!" Laura looked up from her book, curious. "Try me, sweetie. What's got you so excited?" Tristan held up a sleek, black prospectus. "The Royal Secret Agency. I met a recruiter on campus today, and he told me about this amazing program. They train people for seven years in espionage, combat, and strategy, and then you can choose to either work for the government or strike out on your own." Laura's eyes widened as she took the prospectus from Tristan. "The Royal Secret Agency? I've never heard of it."

Aurora argued. "You will let your subjects enlist when they finish school at fourteen, and they can become full soldiers by sixteen. Why am I excused from service when the need arises? And as for training: I am not an expert swordswoman, but I would rival anyone with a bow. I saved more than one life that would have otherwise been cut down. Our presence at the garrison, though ill timed, was Fate-sent." Mairwen placed her hands on her hips, daring her mother to argue further.

"As we've explained, every minute of your time with us will be recorded. Your training will be streamed to our Members. If you even think about violating a rule or command, they will see and report you. They've been very eager to have you join us." He smirked and produced a thick document, which he set on the floor in front of me. Diamond Earring had talked me through all of the conditions and agreements, making sure I understood everything. There was no question I was signing myself up for two years of intense physical, psychological, and sexual torment. No injury. No disfigurement other than the required piercings, and the brand I would earn if I passed my initiation. I could leave any tim

"Before we get into logistics, I have terms." "Terms?" Ayra looked up at me. "If we're doing this, t's on my terms." I leaned forward. "No time limit. This engagement lasts until I say it's over." "What do you mean until you say—" "I mean no contract with an expiration date. No 'let's revisit this in six months' clause. No ending it when the PR crisis dies down." I held her gaze. "We're engaged until I decide we're not. That's non-negotiable."

As usual, when we are all in the same place with higher ranks, we stand and salute out of respect and honour. "Relax soldiers. It's a formal meeting to give you your letters and packages for how you have done, if you have made the cut, if you haven't made the cut what to expect and if you have made it through what you will need to do before you go home. Today you'll be asked a series of interview questions based on your time and reflections here. Don't be alarmed; it is mandatory for you all to do this, every station and base does it. Your time is slotted at the top of your papers and please note that you are to arrive on time If you do not arrive on time, we will send you home even if you h

“So, to continue with this deal, you’ll have to accept these terms and conditions.” Nathan read through them carefully: 1. No involvement in any form of activity that would warrant rough physical handling. 2. Use of curse words or abusive language is not permitted. 3. Disobedience to established rules and regulations will not be tolerated. 4. Failure to follow through on plans mutually agreed upon by both parties. Failure to comply may result in possible suspension or deduction from salary. Nathan took a deep breath, his chest still tight with leftover emotion. He looked up slowly. “Yes. I accept. I agree to these terms.”

I knew Elias was inside but I ignored the sound with almost all of my willpower, keeping my eyes fixed forward, and entered my own quiet tent. In a short while, my dinner tray would be brought to me by a certain masked boy, and then the next trial game would start in the night. Usually, the trial games lasted about a week when new recruits wanted to join the ranks of the Iron Hold warriors but we were incredibly pressed for time. We needed these men sorted out as soon as possible.