Contracts control a person and the law controls the contract . Loopholes are naturally found just like how people are not allowed to sign legal contracts when they are minors there are also laws that count the age of the person allowing them to predict when they are not minors anymore .

Karma just hit 20 at night about to sleep before someone decided to pouch him into a contract . Now plunged into a new world upon having the right age to sign some contract that originates from several higher figures . But contracts like this seem so familiar to him who is like a devil with a human face that can even make the devil think he is the real devil .

❝𝐀𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞?❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. ❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

❝𝐎𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞,❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. ❝𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞.❞

𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. ⊱ ━━━━.⋅°•⁀➷

𝘊𝘺𝘳𝘢, 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳?

RUN TO THE POLICE, THEY WON’T BELIEVE YOU.

RUN TO YOUR FRIEND’S HOUSE, I’LL FIND YOU.

RUN ALL YOU WANT, LILY. I’M FASTER.

Crap.

I can’t believe he caught me staring again…

He has that smile… The one that dared me to escape him…

I should hate him. He’s a liar, murderer…

I don’t trust him.

Yet some part of me… wants to…

And he knows.

He’s crazy.

Completely insane.

And I don’t know how to rid myself of him… because every time I run… He catches me…

I tried to fight him once, I did... but I lost... He only pressed me to him so I couldn't move.

But that's when I felt his heat... his fire... and every time he touches me, my defenses fall…

And he's well aware of it.

And he'd do it over and over... until I'd let him lead me back.

(if you are interested in the story, please let me know. I have finished the entire book in a separate doc, and I will happily post more chapters if people are interested)

WARNING: This story contains graphic content and triggers. Viewer discretion advised.

He greeted me with a sweet kiss before heading to the bathroom. Just then, my phone started ringing from another room, and I rushed over to check it, half-expecting it to be Mia calling off our plans. But instead, all I saw was “No Caller ID” flashing on the screen.

I set my phone aside and let it ring- seventeen times- before finally picking up. “Hello?” All I could hear was this heavy breathing on the other end. Then a voice broke through, “Break up with your boyfriend.” My heart raced as my eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me?” I shot back, my mind swirling with questions like ‘Who is this?’ and ‘Why do I need to break up with Brendan?’

Without thinking too much, I blurted out, “Who is this?” More heavy breathing filled the silence until a deep, distorted voice delivered eight words that would stick with me forever: “Hello Seo, this is the Hotline to Heaven.”

...

As we reach the bar area in the basement, my mind drifts back to that night when we had a few too many drinks and ended up with hickeys all over us. But this time is different- before I know it, he grabs a bottle and smashes it against my head.I stagger back, feeling warmth trickle down from my scalp. Instinct kicks in, and I grab a shard of glass from the broken bottle. With all the strength I can muster, I hurl it at him while shouting, “Stay the hell away from me!” Clenching my eyes shut, I silently wish this was just some nightmare. Part of me braces for him to come after me again, but instead there’s nothing but eerie silence enveloping me.

When I finally open my eyes, Brendan is nowhere to be seen. Cautiously creeping behind the counter, I glance down to find him gasping for air, the piece of glass embedded in his neck. Panic floods through me. “Shit,” I say, “I just killed my boyfriend.”

A &$!#%ing guy’s quick &$#!%ing bio.

I wrote this story last semester for a college class. This story was heavily inspired by Dante's Inferno. You could easily tell by the main characters name. We follow Dante and Angelo reminisce about their friend, Brook, who had passed away. Usually, they would have visited the cemetery to share some time with Brook but Angelo had other plans. With his knowledge on the afterlife, he convinces Dante to travel through hell in an effort to reunite with Brook before he leaves for college.

Hello! These are all of my thoughts, opinions, and insights on Heaven.

This story takes part in a universe where they’re are three realms. Heaven. The Overworld. And Hell.

The heavens are ruled by 2 angels, they are called the “ Head angels “

The Hells are ruled by the king of hell or as you probably know him as. Satan.

Lastly, The Overworld. It doesn’t have a specific leader. They’re are gods that rule over it together. Trying to keep balance.

I did not believe in God since my mother died when I was young.

Years later, when my daughter died after a car accident and miraculously came back to life again, I was so happy. However, my daughter told me she was in heaven when she was dead.

How would I explain to her that there was no God and it was her imagination?

I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad

Asher Redemptionis meant to be a semi-light-hearted, semi-humorous fantasy story about a demon from Hell named Asher Nicastro who tries to reach Heaven through self-redemption when given the unique opportunity. Asher is somewhat troubled, and struggles with past trauma and gender identity.