The Love Contract Novels & Stories

he said with a cold and harsh voice , there was simply no trace of emotions in his eyes " What ,I'm sorry " " Don't let me repeat myself again " " But the contract says I'll be your woman for six months,I still have three months left ." " Did you properly read the contract MJ? He brought out his phone and began scrolling through his gallery till he got what he was looking for and then ,he began reading. Here's one of the first and most important rule , the contracted lady can demand anything except for love or affection, once she demands for this , the contract immediately becomes null and void "

I ended up smiling. - Sure, what do you want with me? - I asked as we got out of the elevator and headed toward the cafeteria. - To take care of an important matter that we didn't take care of last time," he clarified and I began to worry, "what was he talking about? In the end the "important matter" was no blood pact, he only wanted to talk about the contract and our "terms of employment", Anthony presented me with a huge pad of paper that I understood after a few seconds was the contract, but why the hell did it need to be so big? What exactly did he want from me?

I am not going to let him have the upper hand. “I am surprised you have the energy to marry someone, you look like you are going to kill over very soon. What is wrong with you, AIDS?” I mocked and watched as the cocky look disappeared from his face to be replaced with a hardened look. I wasn’t done. I leaned in to mutter my words. “Kamaria will never love you because I have her heart, I have always had her heart,” I whispered and when I leaned back and smirked at him before turning to the others, I picked out Bobby with my eyes. “None of you is going to stop me from seeing Kamaria, she is the only one who can and until she says otherwise I will be seeing her, have a nice day,” I nodded at th

I said. “I know, and I want that joy to remain. Staring at you, Helen, I just want you to be mine forever and ever.” He said. “I am already yours forever and ever,” I said to him. “Nope.” He shook his head vehemently, causing me to stare at him in shock, wondering what the hell he was up to. “You and I are bound together by a terrible contract, one that wasn’t signed or created in love.” “Helen, we are in bondage, and I want us to free ourselves from it and instead cleave to each other in love. You love me and I love you, Helen. Let the contract of our union signify this.” He pleaded.

Ross’s thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes burning with something darker than lust—something that looked dangerously close to love. “No, baby girl.” His voice was velvet over steel. “I’m going to own you. There’s a difference. And once you’re mine… you’ll never want to be anyone else’s again.” He stepped back just enough to place a thick black folder on the desk between us. The contract. My hands trembled as I stared at it. Every sane voice in my head screamed to run. Every broken, aching part of me wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to start right now.

I’ll stop, no matter what. 7. Lastly, falling in love means that the contract is automatically terminated—with the person paying a compensation f*e of fifteen million dollars. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to him…

"We are out of sight. No cameras, no board members. Explain page fourteen." ​Ryan didn't look up immediately. He poured himself a glass of water from the small console bar, his movements slow and deliberate. "I thought a PR maven like yourself would read a contract more thoroughly before signing it." ​"I read the financial terms, Ryan! I read the asset division, the non-disclosure agreements, and the duration!" She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the leather seat. "What is the love clause?" ​Ryan set his glass down. The passing streetlights caught the sharp angles of his face, casting long, dark shadows across his eyes. "It’s a standard protective measure against emotional lia

"And then?" "And then we're going to get married. For real. In front of whoever we want. And we're going to have this baby, and we're going to love it, and we're going to spend the rest of our lives proving that love is stronger than blood." Mira looked up at him. "You really believe that?" "I really do." He kissed her forehead, soft and sweet. "Because I've seen what love can do. It turned a contract into a commitment. It turned strangers into partners. It turned a cold-hearted bastard into a man who would burn the world down for the woman he loves."

Caelen added the second page, then the third, until all evidence of our contractual beginning was turning to ash. "That's our past," I said, watching the last page blacken and disintegrate. "The contract that brought us together but doesn't define us anymore." "And this…" Caelen held up his right hand, the new ring catching firelight. "...this is our future. Chosen freely. Built on love instead of necessity." We made love slowly that night, in front of the dying fire, with no child to interrupt or medical trauma to process or contractual obligations hanging over us. Just two people who had chosen each other, repeatedly and intentionally, despite every reason not to.

“You made the ice king laugh. Camilla, this is history. Do you realize how insane that is?” I covered my face with my hands. “Okay, I shouldn't have told you that.” “You did already.” She rolled her eyes. “Give me all the details, girly! I haven't even heard about Paris, oh my, it's gonna be a long day." She squealed like a four year old preparing for a tea party with her imaginary friends. "He wants me to sign a love contract." I dropped the bomb. Her eyes widened, "Love... What the hell is that? First, it's a marriage contract now it's love, I'm sure he signed his breathing too" she scoffed and I burst into laughter.