Best Friend Agreement Contract Novels & Stories

I have fallen for the foolishness of being totally intense in this contract, beginning to feel a feeling, however weak, for a man who has always made it clear that our relationship will be nothing more than a contract. Now I have to get this feeling off my chest as I live with him for the few days we still have together. At the end of the marriage, we separated and each would go on with his life, as if he had never met the other. This was our agreement, and he always made it clear that he would not do anything different from what was in the contract.

She shook her head for a moment, then looked at Abihirt with a questioning look in her eyes. "Can you tell me what this is?" As she waited for her stepfather to speak, Moreau looked down again and wiped the rest of the pages to find something that would be more specific to her, but there was nothing. She found nothing but the need to wait for Abihirt to speak. With the man only staring for a few moments, then his lips began to move. "That's the contract agreement letter you need to sign. But before that, let me let you know that I have a different sexual passion."

He had me by the throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had totally forgotten all about the contract and now my hands are tied. I sank into my seat as I felt the tears form in my eyes. ‘Why the f*ck am I crying?’ I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and exhaled. ‘This is only for a while. The contract is to last for a year, right? You got this. You can do this, Jade.’ ‘He wants to see you break but don’t let him get to you. All you have to do is be good at your job and avoid him, you’ll be fine.’

He pulled out an envelope and pushed it across the table. “I've updated the agreement and its terms.” I picked up the envelope in confusion, pulled out the agreement, and began to read. “W-what? I don't understand. What is this?” “An offer to you, from me. As friends with benefits.” I dropped it quickly, my skin prickling in pain. “You want us to be friends with benefits? Sex but no strings attached?” “Yes. Also, I increased the amount I'd pay monthly for this. That way, it's fair.”

I didn't want him to avoid his best friend's birthday because of me. "We must go. I'll be happy to see her." I told him but he didn't look satisfied. I once again assured him. "Don't worry about me on her birthday. Let it be special for her. We should go." He sighed. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Okay. I promise I will never leave you alone." I smiled. And I wish you could keep that promise, forever.

“Go, see it for yourself!” She never knew that she’ll be stuck in this place. But fate has its own way to play—their paths crossed again. As they both admit that they both liked the sexual connection between them, they created a contract. This is the best thing they can have—a contract. This is what they call “Strangers with Benefits Contract” This is to ensure that their connection will be purely about satisfying themselves. And, the contract she made will consist of 5 rules: Strangers with Benefits Contract

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

"Nice to meet you," Collen quickly took my hands and shook them. My hands fell limp to my side. "Is everything okay?" Hannah asked, her green eyes searching mine. "Yeah, just that um, I was about to go to bed when you came," I lied through my teeth. My heart was beating not just within my chest but I could hear it in head. This was the first time I had lied to my best friend in all our twelve years of being friends. "Oh, I was hoping you could stay up with us to watch a movie."

He looked away for a split second, discomfort flickering in his expression before he locked eyes with me again. "I’m going to say this plainly, miss. I want you out of my building, and that’s it," he said. I folded my arms. "I was planning to leave anyway, but I’m not going to do it now—not when the lease is still active and you didn’t give the required two-week notice. It’s in the contract, remember?" His frown deepened. "Take it from me. Your contract has expired. And there’s nothing about a two-week notice in there," he said. But even as he spoke, he stepped back.

Now comes the crucial part – the verbal agreement. “You can take your time to read through our laws first before we do an official contracted answer – but I would like a verbal agreement with you before I leave today - the agreement will be that you will temporarily register with my Clan for the next two months.” I state clearly and concisely. “That verbal agreement means that if you need us, you can call and our resources and support will be available to you. If we need you, we can call and you will support the clan. It’s not official – more of a bridging contract between us to be reassessed before the two months ends.”