The Perfect Contract Manhwa Novels & Stories

Life . One after another, in total I signed ten pages. Kian Calloway's name was everywhere on the contract. On the top of a page, Kian Calloway and Irene Spencer were written, explaining the signatory and contractor. It felt strange, our names together. Completing the signing process. Raven stood up with a not very professional grin on his face. “Congratulations, Miss spencer. I hope working with you would be great” he said as he offered his hand for me to shake.

I raised my hand to hit him slightly but noticed the diamond ring on my finger, I brought it down and stared at it confused. “When...” “I have my ways and besides, who engages someone with a ring?” I have no words; it was beautiful and made me feel like a real bride but that all shattered when I saw the contract that I actually requested reminding that this was a just pretend stunt until he finally gets off his father clutches. “Go through it and see if there’s any problem,” he said calmly going back to his seat. I scanned through the contract and noticed something insane, “what do you mean this is indefinite?”

Since he was so willing to offer out a hundred and ninety spirit crystals for free, Manse would be dumb not to accept it. Manse nodded, "Then let's hurry up and sign it." In order to prevent any surprises, Fane wrote down the contents of the contract at the fastest speed he had ever used in his life. He dropped his blood on it before handing it over to Manse. After Manse took the scroll, Manse dropped his own blood on it without any hesitation. The words on the contract suddenly twisted and distorted, floating out of the scroll in mid-air. The power of heaven and earth descended upon it, fusing with those words. After a while, the words fused back into the scroll, representing the fact that

My brows furrowed as I croaked my neck to the side staring at what was written on the paper as my eyes widen when I was finally able to read it. MARRIAGE CONTRACT Signed by the legal court of the St. Alamida Hell no!

he said, demanding and angry, and it was sexy to hear him jealous. I wanted to smirk. I wonder if he knew I was earlier with Bryce in my dreams and the janitor's closet. I tried to tell him to fuck off, but I knew I needed to play along because he was one of the sons of the mafia lord, and Bryce was too, and they were both best friends. I must stay close to them, get the information I need, and have my fantasies come true simultaneously. What's wrong with a bit of playtime, huh I thought with a smug smile. I was in my thoughts, and I felt him getting annoyed with me for ignoring him; I yelped when I felt him bite harder on my neck.

Contract Description: The devil’s work. Or more specifically, Lucifer’s design. The contract is a power that binds two individuals by marking their souls with a very intricate ability. A contract must be agreed upon by two individuals which they cannot fight against as the soul inflicts an equitable amount of psionic energy to each other. What would seal a normal human would not seal Lucifer thus the contract seals them in a way that both of them need to follow it. If a human would feel a slight shock every time he doesn’t follow the terms of the contract, Lucifer might feel like he is getting struck by a meteor.

Soo-Yun let out a sigh and followed him. Jun-Sang got out of the car and walked to Soo-Yun's side to open the door for her like a gentleman. As she got out of the car, he leaned his hand to her in order to hold it. Soo-Yun glanced at him in disbelief and was about to move away, but he slid his hand around her waist. Soo-Yun panicked and tried to get out of his grip. "Don't, you are my wife. After all, I can do whatever I want." She chuckled, "A contract wife." Jun-Sang sighed and walked along with her to the entrance. The guards bowed to them as they entered the hall.

Unfortunately, the dates themselves had been unmitigated disasters. Lucas remembered the women with uncomfortable clarity, each one blurring into the next like variations on an unwelcome theme. Perfect makeup, applied with professional skill. Perfect posture, practiced and deliberate. Perfect smiles that never quite reached their eyes. Too perfect. Too polished. Too artificial. Their sweetness had felt rehearsed, as though they'd studied for the role of Mrs. Grant rather than genuinely wanting to know him. Every laugh seemed timed, every gesture calculated for maximum effect. Several had suggested something particularly unacceptable, something that revealed their true priorities.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

She set the final page on the table and looked at it for a moment. "Last chance," she said. "Once we sign this, it's System-registered. Dissolution requires both parties' consent. If you have reservations, express them now." Kael read through the contract one final time. It was exactly what they had discussed. Clear, specific, structured to provide mutual benefit while protecting both parties from exploitation. It was also a marriage contract with a woman he had met four days ago, who was pretending to be a merchant but was actually a Void-tier entity operating under a divine contract, based on knowledge he had gained from a novel he had read in a previous life.