Best Friend Contract Novels & Stories

he conveys like he already thought about it “So miss evans do we have a deal? He asks stretching his arm out, I think about Kaylee I’m doing this for her only her, I could do this it was just one year I put my small hands in his ridiculously large ones, a small zing of electricity goes through my body and I look up at him to see if he felt it too But his face was blank, “yes we do” I say, he nods standing up “my lawyer will send you the contract tomorrow, go through it and sign” he instructs I nod my answer thinking of how fast my life was changing and then I remembered “uhm Mr Blackwell when is the wedding? I ask

' I remembered clearly. "I've gotten a new apartment for you at a quiet place, you don't have to come in at work. I have someone on stand by to replace you and you don't have to worry about the contract, the fake marriage and the money. You would be paid for your services, in full but we are to not have any more contact with each other ever again"

I can’t hurt my best friend because of my stupid feelings. “No,” I said to Andre. “Let’s be honest to our partners instead. No more lies, no more kisses, we can’t be alone for too long anymore because it’s obvious we can’t keep our hands off each other. Let today be the last time we ever get to be alone together.” My voice turned pleading, I hoped he understood, “For our friends’ sakes?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. I thought he was going to argue but he nodded reluctantly and I released a sigh of relief. “For our friends’ sakes.”

" There won't be any contract signing today and we intend to pull out all of our shares in your company ." What ? TBC ©️Pen Nikky

Niko and Mason trade a look before nodding too. The pact is made. What happened tonight is our secret. Our burden. And all I can hope is that one day, it doesn't eat us alive... and our brotherhood stays unbreakable.

I scoffed. “Okay…so?” He asked, his brows creased but his expression didn't flicker. More like he wasn't surprised. “I want to propose a contract.” I hesitated, searching his eyes to know whether I was on the right path. “What contract?” He asked. “Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, call it whatever but whatever we share doesn't last longer than a year. No hard feelings attached.” I whispered. At first there was silence for a while then he bursts into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, still laughing so hard.

The big brother I always wanted as an only child. "If he ever dares hurt you... Call me. I'll make him pay." he had said as a last resolute, making my eyes roll. "He's not going to hurt me, Brooks." Wanna bet?" "Brooks!" "I mean it. You're my best friend, the last thing I want is you getting hurt over a damn fool!" "Brooks, stop it," I said as we sat by our childhood tree house three years ago. "I bet you won't go past five years." he had said, making me uncomfortably angry. But I took the bet, determined to prove him wrong.

“We’ll find the truth one day. I promise.” They drove a little longer before she asked, “But...… why did you sign Daniella’s marriage papers?” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That wasn’t a real marriage contract. Nathaniel and Jay helped me make sure of that. We put in a clause that canceled the agreement automatically. Daniella thought she won, but it was just to get you back safely.” Her eyes softened. “So… you never intended to—” “Never,” he said, cutting her off, his tone leaving no space for doubt.

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

she asks. “Tonight,” I say. “Would it be okay if I told Scarlet?” she asks. “Do you think she can keep it a secret until tonight?” I ask her. “I’ll make her Bestie Promise before I tell her,” she says. “What’s a Bestie Promise?” I ask. She holds out her pinky finger. “It’s a promise that friends make but it’s stronger than a pinky swear.” I reach up and hook my pinky with hers. “I Bestie Promise that Samara and I love you very much. We want you to be happy. And you can always, always tell us the truth about how you’re feeling or anything at all.”