Tycoon's Goddess Contract System Novels & Stories

She was already used to being oppressed and could only cowardly follow orders. “Then I guess your mother hasn’t told Boss about bringing you here yet. As long as you haven’t signed a contract, you still have a chance to get out. Nyxeria doesn’t lack girls like you. This place is full of VIPs and high-ranking officials, and the monthly pay is generous. But once you sign a contract and start working here, your future will belong to money and lust.” Hina spoke calmly, as if she had grown numb to it all. Emma didn’t fully understand the inner workings of Nyxeria, but she knew one thing for sure—this was no place for someone like her.

“The contractor is not allowed to reject any gifts from the contractee, and adding to that, the contractor would only dress in clothes provided by the contractee. The contractor is not allowed to be sexually intimate with anyone not approved by the contractee.” That sounded strange. Still, I read on. “The contractor consents to satisfying the contractee’s sexual need whenever and wherever it is requested, and in return, the contractor will not hesitate to let the contractee know when /she/ needs her sexual desires fulfilled.” I read through the ‘many’ pages, feeling the blush creep up my neck. I wondered how long he had been planning this out; it must have been a while.

A fucking trap! “How sick are you?” My voice shook with disbelief. “You can’t leave this marriage.” His words were final. “I never wanted you to find out this way, but now that you have, I have no choice but to keep you with me. Sign the contract, Mi Reina.” With shocked eyes, I stared at him, feeling as though my whole life had been a lie. “And why the fuck would I sign this?” I sneered. “What are you going to do, Zane? Hold a gun to my head like you did to that man?”

I had no idea something like that was on the ground before Dija approached me. "I guess our top-services offers are paying off, after all." And a good dick was also added to it. Sometimes, dick or pussy goes a long way in signing a deal. Your refusal, your loss... I know how the game works. Even though I can do it, I have never asked for sex from any of my workers before giving them a contract, yet I—sometimes—need to sleep with the female in charge of the external contract to get it before dosing out the benefits to the workers.

I asked hopefully. The truth was, I wanted to sort out my life a little before I began working. Within a few days of concluding the payment rate, the contract was signed by both parties which meant that now I had one contract husband already. On the pay scale that was equivalent to having twenty contract husbands because he is paying twenty times the usual rate.

I was just a contract, a contracted Luna whose duty was to bore children for him. "... about what I had to say. You believed everything from that woman who had literally humiliated you in front of your whole pack, the woman who didn't care to think of you when she cheated and you think she would be any truthful to you now if not that she wants something?" I scoffed as I let the tears fall. "And you are playing..." I sniffed my nose, "And you are doing exactly what she wanted" I added. I shut my eyes as I let the tears pour. No more strong woman. He has successfully broken me.

“You need ten million dollars. I need a wife for one year. A woman who will obey every command. A woman who will spread her legs and let me fuck her whenever, wherever, and however I want. No limits. No complaints.” Emma’s face burned with humiliation. Her thighs pressed together as an unwanted heat pooled between her legs. She had never been with a man before, and here was this god-like devil offering to buy her virginity and her body for a year. “Is there… any other way?” she asked, voice shaking. “No.” His lips curved into a cold smile. “Sign, and your mother’s hospital bills disappear today. Refuse, and you can go back to your pathetic life.” He slid the thick contract toward her. The wo

Joanna felt pulled downstairs to the basement security room. Right now, it sat mostly unused, waiting for a permanent place to manifest the villa outside. The blood-bonded contract was posted on the board. Joanna leaned in to read it. Her core team had signed alongside Briggs, bringing the total to eight. She had a limit of ten before, but the system had advanced. The contract now listed 10 + 10. Twenty open slots she could fill. "Julian, look at that!" Joanna breathed, pointing at the board.

I said, grazing my hand up and down Levi’s back. “Okay, you two need to start explaining. If you have two mates, Roman, why the hell are you here and being a Dom to Kayla?” Nicolas said, and I looked at Levi. I knew we needed to fill him in if we wanted him to join the council. “Gabi is the Goddesses, her great granddaughter. When she met Roman, she gained her wolf, who explained that she had a mission sent from the Goddess herself. She wants all of her creation to be governed by one being. Since then, Gabriella Hunt has been working her tail off trying to bring together all beings. She needs support. Right now, her biggest priority is to abolish breeding dens and forced whore houses. I am s

“Every detail. Maybe I can see the holes in it.” I sigh, my voice still weak but steadier. “She said the moon goddess showed her. Tessa is the only one. No second chance.” “See? That’s bullshit,” she replies, her tone dismissive, stubborn. “The moon goddess doesn’t work that way. If someone paid her, it was to weaken you. Make you doubt. But I won’t let that happen.” “Who would pay her?” I ask, my head lifting slightly to look at her. She shrugs, her expression thoughtful but firm. “Rivals. Other packs. Doesn’t matter. Point is, she’s wrong. I’ll bear your child. Your heir. Imagine it, a pup with your power in your name.”