The Pact Book Novels & Stories

"I don't need to read it. Just tell me my father is safe." "Read. It. Aloud," he commanded. "I want to hear you say the words, Captain." My hands shook as I took the folder. The leather was expensive, cold. I opened it, and the first page was titled in bold, black ink: PERSONAL SERVICES AND PROTECTION CONTRACT.

Started pulling down boxes from the top shelf. Old tournament trophies. Photos. Random stuff I'd shoved up there when I moved in. A napkin fell out of one of the boxes. White. Wrinkled. Writing in black pen. The Mel's Diner napkin. Our pact. I picked it up. Unfolded it carefully. The paper was soft from being folded and unfolded so many times. **THE HOLIDATE PACT** *Rules:* *1. Holidays only* *2. No feelings* *3. No expectations*

"A while ago I signed a deal in blood with Axel and his father. The consequences of breaking it would have been death. Both of them know that. If I manage to convince the former Alpha to come with me when meeting Axel, then we can sign another pact. A pact of truth. If I would do it alone, Axel would still think that you told me lies and I believed them. But if his father, who hates me, comes with me and tells his story too, he won't have a reason to think it's all bullshit." "A pact of truth? Have you gone mad too? Even if, by some miracle, Axel signs it, the former Alpha would rather die. And for a good reason! Those pacts are forbidden! The smallest lie and you die. Did your Alpha actuall

“Let’s make a pact.” Lyra blinked. “A pact?” “Yes.” Talia held out her hand. “When we take over our packs, Stormfall and Bloodpine, we’ll make things better. We’ll stop the fighting. We’ll stop the hatred. We’ll… I don’t know. Try something different.” Lyra stared at her hand. A pact between future leaders of rival packs. It was reckless and naive. And yet… Lyra placed her hand in Talia’s. “Okay,” she said. “It’s a pact.”

After Rob’s statement and Alpha Amber’s reaction, it was evident that Rob’s fears would come true. “A blood pact is only broken if the signatory goes back on HIS word DELIBERATELY and the laws of the supernatural world will decide the punishment based on the true intentions of the culprit party. Hence, your fears of breaking the pact by mistake stand null and void. If I may add then there will be greater transparency on the part of both the signatories,” I counter pointed as I tried to bring the tide back to our favour. “It is still a NO. We will not sign a peace treaty based on a blood pact but I can sign your paper right here and right now,” the Alpha claimed and tore away the envelop at t

Public Rivalry The engagement contract lay on the mahogany table like a venomous snake, its pages still warm from Elena’s trembling fingers. Valentina’s elegant script mocked her from the final note: Some contracts never truly end. Ask your wife what her father really traded for his debts. The truth is coming, darling.

I also spent a lot of my free hours during the evening studying the books on the city, I took in so much information in the first couple of days that it felt as though my brain was going to pop. The books Peter gave me were more than helpful, there was a book on the first war, detailing how the council first came about and how their greed for power instigated the first war, for the most part it was written by people who had lived through it all, it went on to explain about the many battles and losses both factions faced and finally how the treaty came into effect, there was even a copy of the signed treaty in the back, something that fascinated me for the best part of a day, until the other

It was a pivotal moment—a turning point in the complex dance of alliances and loyalties. With a satisfying smile, I extended my hand towards Alpha Aaron. The weight of the decision, the unspoken understanding of the challenges that lay ahead, converged in that simple gesture. "It's a pact," I declared, the words carrying the weight of a commitment forged in the crucible of shared adversity. Alpha Aaron, mirroring my resolve, grasped my hand firmly. "It's a pact," he repeated, the echo of our agreement hanging in the air like a shared anthem. The handshake sealed not only an alliance but a promise to stand united against the looming threat of Alpha Draxler.

“We are not heirs of thrones.” “We are heirs of choice.” The Pactroot pulsed once more. It absorbed the offerings. And in its place, a soft hum began. The ground breathed. The sky bowed. And across the realm—from the Faewinds to the Iron Valleys, from the Redstone Coast to the Hollow Wards—every creature, born or bound, felt a warmth stir in their chest. The land had heard them. And it would remember. They called it the Living Pact. Not a document.

She had interned at our rival company before. Aaron's face turned ashen at my words. I cooperated with the police to give my statement. I also showed them the softcopy of my documents to prove that I had legally sold off my shares and never embezzled nor planned to flee the country with whatever funds I stole. Everything proved that I was clear. The police just needed me to sign at the bottom of my statement, and then I was free to go. As soon as Rachel saw that I was out, she happily skipped up to me and said, "Oops, sorry, Kat. I misunderstood you. I guess you never did anything bad to Aaron after all."