Tycoon's Goddess Contract System Novels & Stories

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.

Teasing her, getting her to react, getting her to release those sweet pheromones she’s releasing right now. “Won’t! C-can’t” Goddess, she’s a spitfire. A spitfire dressed in a yellow dress, her hair all over the place and virginity drawn all over her pretty features. “Doesn’t matter what you want though”, I sneer. “We paid for you”, Connor adds. “And we are going to get back the interest”, Neo finishes. Our mate glances at us trying to read whether we are joking or not. We are far from joking.

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.

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'

Just like the one I had extended to others whose bodies had served the system’s stabilization needs. The contract contained no romantic illusions. It was transactional. Clinical. Her payment was deposited automatically after each encounter. She had never asked for more. Never pushed boundaries. She understood the rules better than most. Her body was exquisite — responsive, trained almost, and always ready. Tonight she had taken everything I gave her without hesitation, her moans muffled against my shoulder as I drove into her with the force the system demanded.