Contract For Friendship Novels & Stories

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

"You know we're close enough to be friends, right?" Catherine paused, allowing her thoughts to meander through the labyrinth of their shared experiences. She recalled the countless late-night conversations, where Hayden's counsel had been her guiding star. The laughter during their outings was a balm for her soul. It was then that she knew, with a profound certainty, that this was a connection that transcended the boundaries of mere friendship. She nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes locking onto Hayden's. "Yes, we are friends, but you're more than that to me, Hayden," she confessed, her voice gaining resolve. A moment of shared understanding passed between them, like an unspoken pact between

"No offense but you don't hold much weight in that department." "My friend Cole Michael told me once that when you get into deep shit with someone and you team up to make it out, chances are you become best friends for life. You are officially on my list of best friends for life and I promise to always have your back. If they fire you, I'll make them regret the day I was born." "Can you make that a poem so that I can frame it?" She laughed. "Better, let's make a contract. I'll sign it." I assured her.

“I promise you will be the only one in my whole life.” “Your second condition is that you won’t handle any kind of disrespecting behavior and tone.”, He spoke and then looked at me. “I promise that your respect and dignity will always come first in our relationship. I will never raise my voice nor my hand on you.” “Your third condition is that you have nothing to offer me other than friendship, freedom, honesty, trust, understanding, communication, respect, love, and…a lot of SEX.”, “What?”, My eyes widened in shock. I never mentioned about SEX thing in the contract. I quickly snatched the contract from his hand to reread my third condition, but there was no such point of SEX. I heard a laug

always acting thoughtlessly before considering the other person’s feelings. “He’s just a friend,” is the reply I give to his question, probably unconvincingly. Well, it’s not completely a lie. We are friends; it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. Before I know it, we’re already at the top of the third flight of stairs. The night we had felt like a mediocre date, ending in the guy walking me to my door with hopes of coming inside. The sexual attraction certainly was there, although mentally it felt like we were not on the same page. Suddenly I feel nervous.

The contract that I signed was pretty much a CNC, meaning that I was giving them permission to do whatever they want, without asking my permission; it’s what their money paid for. I’m beginning to learn that there is so much more to these three friends. Knox was my childhood, and I knew him inside and out, but he is now a man, who has changed, but is there any of that boy left inside of him? They all have secrets, I can sense it, but it isn’t my place to find out what they are, as long as they don’t concern me. All I should be concerned about is finishing my thirty-day contract, getting my mom settled into her new facility, and figuring out what I’m going to do when my time with these three

Alexander clasps his hands on the desk, waiting, as if he already knows what my answer will be. “And?” “I accept.” The words leave my mouth before I can reconsider. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t show relief or satisfaction. He merely nods, as if concluding another transaction. “Very well.” He leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll arrange the contracts. It will be a simple marriage, no publicity. One year, as agreed.” My mouth is dry, but there’s a question I can’t ignore any longer. It’s been burning in my mind since our last conversation, and now, with the deal sealed, I feel the need to know.

"You confirmed." I did. I'd been so focused on the coffee cup incident that I'd mindlessly clicked "accept" on Patricia's calendar invitation without reading the details. Trapped by my own distraction. "Fine." I forced the word out. "Saturday. Seven-thirty." "The contract requires physical affection during public outings," Adrian says quietly, looking apologetic. "Hand-holding. Occasional kisses. Appearing as a couple in love." "I'm aware." My voice is flat. "I read the contract before I signed my life away."

No 6: You may touch nothing which belongs to him. No 7: You may not invite your friends to his house, oh! Especially male friends. No 8: You may not talk and spend time with his housemaids. No 9: You may not meet his family without his permission. And the last one, Soo-Yun, you know it is a contract marriage, so you can’t stop him from dating anyone or meeting anyone or he will also not stop you.” Won-Chal cleared her and took a glance at his friend, who was staring at Soo-Yun with no emotions. Soo-Yun nodded in order of agreement. Won-Chal passed her the pen, and she glanced at Jun-Sang, who was gazing at her emotionlessly. She sighed and signed the agreement. After that, she bowed to Won-C

The elevator beeped and opened almost immediately he got out of the elevator and Crystal came running just behind. It was a hassle to keep up with his pace while handling her very big gown, especially now that they are all alone. “What makes that so? It’s against every law, even the law of common sense.” She schooled him as she hastens her strides to keep up with him; it was almost like a small run. “A contract is an agreement between two people; it’s not something just you can decide.” She watched his upper lip curve into a small smirk. “I was hoping we would agree, without you bringing law and common sense into this.” He stopped in front of a giant oak door and he punched in some sort of c