Contract Novels & Stories

“Kuronomiya, you okay?” Yamato-san stopped me as I walked past his desk on the way to mine, returning from Hamada-san’s cabin. “I… heard about the mess up.” “It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.” I smiled weakly at him. “It’s not… a total loss. The client just decided that my proposal was not modern enough. I mean, I admit that it isn’t my best work.” “So, what now? You’re resubmitting?”

"How about this? We'll be married for a year, then after that, we'll divorce. As long as we get married, I will fulfil all of your needs. Money, house, whatever you want. All you need to do just tell me what do you want are, and I'll try to fulfil them." "Do you mean, it would be like a contract marriage?" "Exactly," the woman snapped her fingers and then rested her two hands that formed a pyramid on her table. "There's no need for you to do anything. You can still do your current job here. I will not restrain you. So how about that? Are you interested?" "In exchange, will I get whatever I want? Anything?" "Yes, anything. As long as I can still afford it." "Gi

Alex was sleeping like the doctor had said, he had a bandage round his forehead and few bruises over his face, which had now been plastered. She walked over standing before him, then sat down in the armchair beside the bed. "He's sleeping, I will wait." ***** Alex slammed the cup on the desk and turned to Martin. "Martins, have you ever heard of the Fundamental promotion rights?" "Fundamental promotion rights?" Martins repeated the question, an eyebrow raised. "I'm about to do something crazy," Alex said looking into space. Martins gave a small laugh shaking his head and took a sip of his coffee. "When have you ever not?"

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.

Inwardly I groaned, trying to hide my displeasure with it. “I see.” I mumbled as he placed a paper on the table. Moving to the table, I picked up the paper and read it over. It all seemed basic and self-explanatory. The only thing it stated, was that we would pretend to be mates in the public, we can end the contract at any time if we discussed it first and lastly, I would receive an allowance. I didn’t care about the allowance, but he seemed eager for me to sign it when he placed a pen in front of my face. Sighing, I took the pen and signed my name to it. When I set the pen down, he picked it up and signed his name.

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.

he said simply as he got up and took out his wallet. I glanced over and noticed that Jackal had done the same to Cassy. Hound and Foxy had taken Scarlett and Don's as well. I looked at my friends. Scarlett and Don looked pleased but Cassy wasn't happy. Neither was I. I shook my head and held out my hand, "Give me the bill." I said firmly. He smiled and leaned over and kissed my cheek. I heard Cassy and Jackal having a similar argument. She was refusing to get up to let him out of the booth. Jackal just shrugged and hopped over the back.

Unaware that Monica is not the only threat to their success and happy life. The meeting was successful and he is satisfied holding the indefinite contract on his hand for trusting their capabilities and congratulating them for rising just like selling rice cakes on the street. Nothing will beat his happiness to give this unimaginable news to Fabian when another call fires up on his phone. He cursed silently answering the call but the call was cut off and he instead received a series of messages.

It was a calculated move, a subtle reminder of her allure. And as hard as he tried to resist, his cock was getting hard. "I'd advice you to cut that out, Miss Sharapova, and let's focus on the business at hand." She raised challenging smoky eyes at him, "Or what, your highness?" She was enjoying this little dance of power, the subtle push and pull between them. He ignored her question. "The contract will last for one year minimum and three years maximum. You will learn to adapt to our Islamic rules and the traditional way of my

“Let me show you what I know.” He read, slow and deliberate, the words sliding across the stone like oil. “This is a…” he said, naming some registrar and a different kind of rite. “A contract. A binding agreement.” He held the sheet high so everyone could see the calligraphy and the wax. “between you and Lana. Everything, every piece of paper here is proof that Lana is not your true mate.” My mouth went dry. For a second my head filled with a blank so thick I thought I might pass out.