Best Friends Contract Novels & Stories

"I know it can seem so painful but trust me if there's anything attached, let it happen." "There's nothing going on between the two of us, he has made that clear a few times." "Is that what's been triggering you to act so angered." "No!" "It's okay, let things just happen," doctor Lopez shrugged her shoulders, "nine months is a long time, who knows what could happen?" "Nothing will happen I'll be following the contract as is." "Sure, so why don't you lead a good relationship, you're going to be stuck together for a really long time, I'm pretty sure nothing in the contract is against friendship."

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

Elena’s pov Julian pulled back with an expressionless face. He looked at Mia, who was shrinking behind my skirts and holding tightly to my legs. “What is that?” He asked, pointing at her with a flick of his wrist. “My sister,” I said firmly. “ She’s coming with us. That was the deal.” Julian looked irritatingly at my stepmother, who nodded frantically. He let out a short, dry laugh. “ A buy one get one free deal? How charmingly middle class. Fine! Pack the brat. We leave in ten minutes.”

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.

Luca looked away first. That was confirmation enough. Damon exhaled slowly. “You’re not leaving.” Luca looked back at him. “That’s not your decision.” Damon stepped closer. “You’re under contract.” “Contracts can be terminated.” “Not this one.” Luca frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Damon’s voice turned calm. Dangerously calm. “It means if you try to walk away…” He paused. “…I’ll make sure every security firm in Europe blacklists you.” Luca blinked.

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.

Until then, Clara didn't know that her friend had noticed that the guy wouldn't leave them alone. "I would never do that," Clara assured her. "We both know that, but these are fears that all addicts have, fearing that their friend will relapse and seeing everything and everyone as a danger. Soon, that will be behind us." As they showered in the bathroom, Clara blurted out suddenly, "Are you two dating?" "Murilo and me? No. We're friends and comrades in the struggle for sobriety, like everyone here," Lara replied. "But you and him used to have sex," Clara pointed out.

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips, and his gaze toward Lysia softened, “Alright. I agree.” “Then let me make this clear. Your side will draft the contract, but I will be Party A and hold the right to terminate it at any time if you violate any clause. The contract will last one year. I have only three conditions.” Lysia raised three fingers and continued after noting Kyle’s agreement. “First, neither of us is allowed to establish a romantic relationship with anyone else while the contract is in effect.” “Second, we must not interfere too deeply in each other’s work.”

"Friends?" "Yes," I say, nodding. "Nothing serious. Friends with benefits. It doesn't have to be more than that and it can stop anytime. No pressure, no expectations." He watches me for a long moment, then slowly raises his hand. "Alright. Friends. Deal." I laugh softly a beam spreading across my face, and shake it. "Deal." I lean closer, a playful glint in my eyes. "So… can we go back to the car and you… fuck me one more time, friend?"