The Agreement Novels & Stories

I gulp as I asked that because I don’t really want to hear the answer to that. “No.” I’m not hallucinating right? “She’s just visiting.” I sigh, that means we’re still safe and the agreement continue. “Wait.” I bit my lips I don’t want to ask this but I have too for clarification. “When do we end this agreement?” I said. His eyebrows creased. “What do you mean? Do you want to stop this.” I pouted and shook my head. “I’m just asking to clarify somethings.” “We stop when one of us wants to get out.” He said and I nodded.

The sound it makes was a complaint about the fate that she never saw even in her dreams and it outshines the voices she's supposed to listen to. None of the faces around was familiar as she watches each of the guests sitting in front of them, Blythe never informed her friends because it was part of the rules they had agreed on together as they signed the contract. There are actually so many rules written in the agreement, but Blythe could only remember a few of those. "Blythe..." Zandro called, breaking the clouds around her mind. He feigned a rough smile as he motioned his head toward the minister's direction. "Your turn now."

She shook her head and said, "No! Tell me what is going on now. Why am I being told to sign an agreement out of nowhere? What is this agreement about?" Brendan's dark eyes glistened with emotions as he cupped Deirdre's petrified face in his hands and attempted to calm her down with a gentle voice. "Deirdre, I wouldn't do anything that will hurt you. "The agreement consists of things that are only beneficial for the child. Hence, you will only need to sign it and leave the rest to me." Deirdre furrowed her eyebrows. "I know you wouldn't do anything to harm me... But I have a right to know, don't I? Before I sign the agreement, at

Why do they have to make an agreement? Before reading the agreement letter, Selena changed places, looking for the most comfortable place, at least her actions were a way for her to prepare herself to read it. "This is such terrible, how could they do this? married by agreement! What the heck is going on? I'm so not sure they are a real couple. oh my goddess, what is the meaning of all this." Selena's feelings were very chaotic, still shocked by this fact, angry, annoyed and disappointed mixed into one at this time.

Wasn't this an irony? Moreau had no idea how to fix something that had happened. She could never stop after Abihirt agreed to self-edit the letter of intent between them. The man was expected not to annul the agreement they had made together, or actually... a unilateral decision as long as Moreau was under pressure. She had no choice but to comply. Six months ....

I asked directly. Axel slowly lifted his gaze to me, his expression unreadable. Then, without answering directly, he reached for the glass table in front of him and picked up a thin folder. “This,” he said calmly, extending it toward me, “is the agreement.” I frowned but stepped closer. “Agreement?” I repeated. He leaned back into his chair again. “Everything is written clearly. All you need to do is sign it and make things official." Official. The word made my stomach twist.

“You’re not leaving.” Her brows lift slightly. “Excuse me?” “You’re not leaving,” I repeat, slower this time, letting the words settle, “We agreed on something, and you don’t get to walk away from it halfway through because you’re suddenly bored.” Her eyes narrow, and I can see the moment it clicks, the moment she understands exactly what I’m referring to without me having to say it outright. The contract. The agreement. The rules. She holds my gaze, something dark flickering there, something that says she heard me loud and clear even if Madeline didn’t. “Right,” she says finally, her voice quiet but tight. “The agreement.”

Hollowcrest. The agreement had been signed three weeks ago, sealed cleanly and efficiently, the way Rowan handled most things that carried weight. On paper, it was solid. Mutual defense. Trade access. Shared borders under strict terms. Clear expectations. Consequences spelled out in language so precise it left no room for interpretation. From the outside, it was perfect. That was the problem.

"I don't know, took the agreement, said to consider." Mu Zenin froze slightly, "What agreement?" Tong Tong pointed to the room and naively said, "It's the agreement she wrote." Mu Zenin's eyes slightly converged, "Is that so ......" ...... Mu Zenin walked into the room, his gaze falling on Mu Zi who was leaning against the windowsill. "What was written in the agreement?" He asked. Mu Zi didn't turn around and calmly returned, "What can be written in the agreement, of course it's the content of the agreement."

from inside he pulls out a stack of papers thick and perfectly bound the edges too crisp to have ever been touched by real life. he places them on the console between us neat and deliberate a quiet line drawn down the middle of the car., I blink. “What’s this?” “An agreement,” he says, calm and flat. Like it’s nothing. “An agreement?” The word scrapes out of me, thin and uncertain. he doesnt glance up.His focus stays fixed on the road hands steady on the wheel. “ it outlines your compensation and responsibilities,” he says clipped and professional as if we are about to shake hands over a business deal instead of sitting shoulder to shoulder in a car heading to a movie.