Tycoon's Goddess Contract System Novels & Stories

When he unfolded it, the note was like the one I had received, but instead of a request, it was a question, and the two checkboxes were there. “That little girl might have looked sweet and innocent, but she wanted to charge me an initial f*e of $10 to bring you the paper and another $5 to return with your answer. She’s going to make one hell of a seller later. I almost had a mind of hiring her. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted the ‘cute’ package for $10 more. I gave her a twenty and switched the notes.” “Well, she was cute,” I smiled at him. “And expensive for a simple note, but she delivered. I definitely think you should hire her before someone else does.”

the woman states as if she didn't hear the girl. She pauses again as if to give us another chance to voice our disbelief, but we stay silent. Three pairs of eyes are drilling into her and she seems calm. She doesn't look as if our disbelief bothers her at all. "If you sign these contracts, you all relinquish your status as citizens of the Earth. You understand that you all will be saved from your current illnesses, and in return, you agree to marry a male that chooses you at the tournament. From that point on you all are a citizen of your mate's home planet. He is required by tournament law to provide for you. These men are considered to be the heroes of the galaxy. They are all wealthy and

I looked up from the laptop screen, my eyes meeting my boss’ as he waited for my reply. I casted a look around us, aware of all the awaiting eyes on me. “You think we should sign this contract?” A smirk seemed to tug at Gideon’s lips as he stared expectantly at me. I pulled my lips into a professional and fake as Nicole’s plastic boobs smile and leaned forward. “You should.” I paused, aware of the sharp intakes of breath that sounded around me, “You sign this contract, the game is on. You win, you get five-hundred-million dollars. You lose, you lose fifty-million dollars.”

“Tonight we’re offering you the Harem Contract. If you sign it, you officially become our shared Gangbang Princess. You belong to all of us. We will use you regularly — sometimes small groups, sometimes much larger ones. Your holes will be trained, stretched, and filled on a consistent basis. You will be worshipped, used, and cared for. In return, you give us complete freedom to claim every part of you whenever we want.” The room was silent except for my heavy breathing. Twelve men watched me intently, cocks still semi-hard, waiting for my answer. I sat up slowly, cum dripping from my body, and took the folder with shaking hands.

She lowered her gaze to the document. A contract. Her heartbeat quickened as she scanned the clauses. She was to be his. On his terms. Sex, no emotions, no attachments. And in exchange—ten million dollars. For every night she spent in his bed. Her fingers trembled around the paper as her stomach twisted into knots. She lifted her gaze, locking eyes with him. "You can't be serious." Vernon smirked, hands in his pockets, watching her unravel. "Oh, but I am." Tessa’s grip on the contract tightened.

Bella swallowed nervously as she flipped the pages in hurry and stopped at the said page number to read the clause and again her heart slowed down as she read the clause. *Mr Aaron Salvatore Knight will be the sole decision maker to decide on the future of this contract. If he finds the need to continue this contract after the above mentioned period of six months due to any breach of any clause by Bella Ferrari or unexpected happenings then the contract will automatically get extended or amended as per his order and Ms Bella Ferrari will get the same benefits and privileges she gets during the first term of the contract.*

And at the bottom of the contract, 2000 000 $ ’This is your shot’ Perhaps this will rid me of my fantasies, of my cravings, and my urges. Of my attraction to Tyler. A contract would remove everything else and leave only business. It would remove any and all ideas my mind could fantazise up and leave only reality. I grabbed the pen that was attached to the contract and held it above the paper. I looked up and saw that Tyler was looking down at his phone.

And I'm frozen on this platform while two lords have a territorial pissing match over who gets to breed me. "There is—" A coordinator approaches the auctioneer, nervous. "—precedent for shared contracts. If both parties agree to terms and the volunteer consents—" "I don't share," Thane says. "Neither do I," Dareth counters. "Which is why this is going to be interesting." The coordinator turns to me, looking apologetic and stressed. "Miss Pierce? Do you consent to a shared contract? You have full veto power. No one can force you—" "How would it work?" My voice comes out steadier than I feel.

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

After, I'm the wolf who is the moon goddess's chosen one. I swallow hard. “I don’t know if that makes me feel better, Rave.” I say and then put in, "Besides, I carry the moon goddess aura and in return, he wants me to birth his bloodline. Lusaka made us both sign a contract; I am to give birth to his pups and must not give myself intimately with another man." And I wasn't scared of breaching the contract because it's impossible. I will never fall in love again, give my heart, or trust any man again.