Novel & Cerita The Pact The Book

The matter just nodded while Dimitri still looked upset. "Who's that guy anyway? He's rude-" "That's Yuki Amon, he's the Student Council President." Pim cut Dimitri's words. He looks unbothered, like he's used to this. Craig can't help but wonder. Does this always happen? "Pim, tell me the truth. Does this always happen?" Craig asked, Pim on the other hand looked away as he scratch his nape , smiling awkwardly. His blood boil as he looked at Pim's shaking knees. He's probably enduring the pain to avoid causing problem especially because his brother is around.

She hurriedly went out when she heard Kevin calling her, she smiled at him and they went outside because the event was about to start. Carson took a sip of his coffee while staring at the lights of the city. “Good morning.” Albert sat on one of the chairs and put his coffee on a mini table. “About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face.

I sighed, looking up into his sad eyes. "Laura doesn't do that for me," Ronald said, shaking his head. "Ronald, if I have to, I will, and it will be for us all," I said softly as I exited the room. I made my way down the stairs to the bookcase. I ran my fingers along the books, pausing when they came to a dark spell book. I reached for it, paused briefly, and pulled it from the shelf. The dark magic within the book almost hummed. I set the book down and opened it. I flipped through until I found a spell to undo Ryan and Eric's pact. I froze, knowing that this could be the key to saving everyone, but I was also aware that this spell would kill me.

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.

I replied with a wink. Isaiah chuckled and whispered, “Flirting with the warriors in front of me, trouble. You keep adding to that list…,” he said. Once on the stage in front of the warriors, Aiden begins the ritual, and I accept becoming part of the ranked member team and the blood pact. I swore to keep everything confidential and to honor the pack, the Alpha, and the Luna. Once I completed the blood pact, I felt the air shift around me. It felt light but full of energy.

“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.”

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"No need to wait. Let's sign a blood pact right now." Declan froze. Seeing I sounded even more resolute than he did, Victoria moved before anyone else could react. Apparently, the blood pact had already been prepared. She had someone bring it over immediately and shoved it in front of me. Declan had already signed his name. My mother swallowed her anger and stepped aside so I could sign. The blood pact took effect. From that moment on, the Silvermoon Pack and Thorncrown Pack owed each other nothing. Victoria practically glowed as she tucked the pact away, then kept nudging Vanessa toward Declan.

The document slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a soft sound. He felt the entire world spinning. Everything felt unreal. He frantically searched through the drawers, desperate to find something that would prove this was all a misunderstanding. Documents were scattered across the floor, but he didn't bother organizing them. Finally, in the bottom drawer, he found the arranged marriage contract from five years ago. Clear terms were written on the yellowed paper. "Contract Duration: Five Years." "The contract expires automatically after five years." Tommaso's trembling fingers traced those words. Each one cut into his heart like a blade.

We were drowning in a sea of debt they didn't know I knew about. In my past life, I'd been a pawn in Jarrold and Cindy's twisted game, tangled in their mess until it got me killed. And for what? I hadn't gained a thing. Back then, I'd still believed in something as naive as pure love. How pathetically foolish. Now, I knew better. Now, my only true loyalty was to the cold, hard cash that could buy my freedom. Since I was stuck in their game, I might as well play to win.