Novel & Cerita The Pact

A well-rounded middle-aged woman, holding a Pomeranian, walked in under the escort of two tall and imposing bodyguards, 'James Williams, you're in trouble! ... Ten minutes later, cries of begging echoed from the presidential suite. In the corridor, Mrs. Williams handed a folder to Assistant Scarlett with a smiling face, 'Miss Scarlett White, this is the contract we agreed upon.' The woman who was caught in the act with Mr. Williams in the suite took the contract, quickly flipped through it, and handed a miniature camera to Mrs. Williams after confirming, 'With this, divorce shouldn't be difficult.' "Assistant Scarlett, you've thought this through, or else I really don't know how to deal with

I wanted to tell her I would end Dominic with my hands and not wait for the world to catch up. Instead I let her pass. I let the promise sit in my chest like a stone. I would do what Damon wanted for now. I would breathe patience. I would play the game. But when the moment came, and Dominic lay open like a man pulled apart, the final move would be mine. I promised myself that in blood and quiet. I would not share the blade. I would not let anyone take that last act from me. The pact had been formed in the darkness. Both of us had smiles that said we lied. Both of us kept hands ready to strike the other after the work was done. That was the kind of alliance we

Third Person’s POV “No, Nox. Promise me. I want a blood pact that you’ll never leave Xayden no matter what. You’ll stay by his side and guide him till the end. Promise me you’ll be his protector !” Alpha Chris cut his thumb with the dagger he hid. A blood pact broken by either party, led to the death of both of them, irrespective of who broke it. “We promise !” It was not Nox who replied and cut his thumb with his dagger.

He reaches out slowly, his fingers grazing the back of my mud-slicked hand, but I fist my fingers and slide it away. “You can fight it all you want, Elunara. You can scream and claw and rage against it. But none of that changes what’s inside you.” I close my eyes. His voice drops to a murmur, just for me. “That’s what the pact responds to. Not what you say. Not what you do. Not what you pretend you don’t feel. You can’t fight what is inside of you, and that is what the curse and the pact recognize: your soul’s truth.”

“I’m a leader forged by loss and fire.” Uneasy glances rippled. Dylan scanned the room—silent, but alert. His presence carried weight not earned through inheritance, but war. Suddenly, the Russian slammed his fist down. “What guarantee do we have this pact won’t crumble at the first test?” I said nothing at first. Then drew a gleaming dagger, the blade catching the last rays of sun. “This is a blood pact.” I sliced my palm, letting crimson drop onto the metal. One by one, they followed.

“Really Blakeley? Really?” Alex snapped as he turned to her. “What? I had to do what I had to do. He fucking changed the deal because you guys walked in.” She replied. “There is a party tonight if you have forgotten. I need it to my advantage.” She said and he scoffed. “Of course, this is all a game to you. It is all about power. Our children were in here.” “And nothing happened to them.” She replied and rolled her eyes. Alex suddenly grabbed her arm roughly and held it.

“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.”

They sat side-by-side, their shoulders touching, but their souls were miles apart. "Elena," Alexander said, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "When this is over... when Sterling is gone and Celine is dealt with... what happens to the Pact?" Elena looked at the silver ring on her finger—the one Alexander had given her when they were "Empress and King." "The Pact died in the fire at Lake Brienz, Alexander," she said. "If we survive this, there won't be two houses. There will only be the family we choose to keep."

Guard would never tolerate anyone to take Reader from him. "My place is with you," Reader agreed quietly before darting a glance at Guard, "We remain together on this world? Pact?" Guard stilled at the request. Pacts were sacred vows among the Zen. No one broke a pact without the reason falling to death or disaster. Guard and Reader had made a pact to always choose each other when a choice was to be made for companionship. Reader had thought their pact did not apply when it came time to load Guardian. Guard knew he would not be in the lift moving to consult with Security were Reader not at his side.

He said. Alpha Marcus and his Beta exchanged quick glances, and with eyes narrowed, Beta Richard asked, “What do they want?” Murphy hesitated before he began to speak, “They're claiming that our pack's ancestors made a pact with theirs, trading land for protection. But our pack never upheld their end of the bargain.” “Pact? What is he talking about?” Beta Richard asked Alpha Marcus, who was looking confused. Alpha Marcus’ brow furrowed. “What pact? I have never heard of anything like that. What pact are you talking about?” Alpha Marcus asked.