Tycoon's Goddess Contract System 소설 & 이야기

He shut his laptop and grinned at me. "Thank you, Evan. I am glad you like my work." I smiled at him. "If you accept my offer, you will be organising all the parties that will be conducted in my clubs in Manhattan. I'll get you a team that may help you. 75% of the profit from every event will be yours. I have mailed you everything in detail. Read it and when you are ready, we will sign the contract." He explained and I nodded. "I'll have a look and inform you." I told him. We kept aside the work for a while and kept chatting while sipping on our juices.

My face twisted in horror. The pain from Zeus fucking me not letting up. “You may not use your Goddess powers, either.” I saw all of these conditions on the contract that had been signed as he held it up in front of my face. His arm snaked around my throat, choking me. “You’re now a dirty little whore, everything you’ve always been, just now on display for even mortal men and women to taint you.” Hephaestus took the contract with him as he started to leave. “Father, this is one being I will not ever stop you from taking, so have your fill of her as often as you like. I know how it makes you cum harder when they scream in pain.” With that he disappeared. Double fucked.

Afterward, she integrated her Soul Zen into it. “Are you sure about this?” Truett’s lips trembled ever so slightly. Even though he seemed to be trying to persuade her to reconsider, he did not hesitate to pour his Zen into the contract. The soul contract emitted a dazzling glow, signifying that it was signed and in effect. Immediately afterward, James placed inscriptions on the other women’s bodies. The women let out screams and toppled to the ground. The whole group rolled on the ground, wailing in pain.

He nodded. “Wait a second. You could get someone else to do your bidding. Say that you promise no one will die because of our deal and your minions will also be included.” This time instead of being annoyed, Shedim was impressed. “Alright, here’s the contract.” He brought out a contract from thin air after a few black sparks and placed it on the table after whisking the plates away into oblivion. After reading each and every detail thoroughly, which mainly consisted of what they had talked about. She signed it.

He was shocked that she didn't even know him everyone in New York city and around the world knew him even babies in their moms womb but this woman. "This is a joke." She muttered about to walk out, when he spoke. "It's not a joke Diane, it's a contract marriage, I know you're in dire need of a job." She stopped and turned to him precipitately. She was stupefied, how did he know her name and how did he know she was in dire need of a job. "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a month." He added. She stared at him with unknown emotions, she was overwhelmed by his offer, she needed it but she wouldn't get married, she couldn't just see herself living with a man not just any man someone she'd c

What if someone attacks me for taking their man, or the two models who fought over him in the last shoot join forces to beat me up? ‎ ‎My mind was racing and my head was filled with so many thoughts and scenarios. I read through the contract one more time. I mean, I could pull this off for just six months, right? I signed the contract immediately. ‎ ‎I stood up, heading straight to his office. "Here is the contract," I said as I slammed it on his desk. He picked it up from the table with a corny smile that seemed to agitate me. "Well, thank you and congratulations, girlfriend."

Hey Mom, don’t worry, I’ve sold myself to a billionaire for a year to pay off your hospital bills. No. That wasn’t something a daughter confessed. The words of the contract replayed in her head, every sentence etched like fire. One year. Absolute discretion. No dating, no intimacy with anyone else. Available at his call. Mistress. Her throat burned. She had signed her name on those papers, but each time she thought about it, guilt gnawed at her like sharp teeth. The sound of the penthouse door unlocking jolted her. Aria shot up, her pulse leaping.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

She continued, "Yes I agree that I seduced him but how did that affect the contract? Immortal is Immortal and I am me!" Everyone gulped again as they nodded in agreement. Finally with a remorseful tone Tanya said, "You can ask Mr Griffin to fire me, I'll accept it but don't cancel this contract I beg of you. Yes I'm a shameless woman that doesn't want my boss's effort to go to waste, you should consider this" Then one of them asked, "Why should we consider him because of you?" "Winning this contract is not for him alone but for him and his wife. Winning contract is a life saver. Winning this contract is winning a huge battle so regardless of me, don't refute this"

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'