Contract Series Novels & Stories

"I tried explaining that. She said moisture and moist are different things." "Of course they are," I said dryly, grabbing a towel to wipe down the counter. The café hummed with its usual morning energy. Regulars occupied their favorite tables, laptops open, coffee steaming. The scent of fresh pastries mingled with roasted beans and vanilla syrup. Christopher sat at his corner table, laptop open, phone pressed to his ear. He spotted me and raised a hand in greeting as he continued his conversation. "No, the contract specifies Q3 delivery," he said into the phone, his voice carrying that easy confidence that came from years of successful negotiations. "If they can't meet that timeline, we walk

“Ms. Christian, we look forward to working with you!” The other party put down the pen and picked up the two copies of the contracts, revealing a satisfied smile. Lily took the contract, carefully looked it over, and extended her hand. “Looking forward to working with you too!” She did not expect the collaboration discussion to go so smoothly as Grandeur readily accepted all of her terms with only slight amendments. In the next quarter, they would launch a co-branded series named “Grandeur de Lily,” which would be a win-win model for both parties.

The contract was thick, surprisingly thick filled with legal phrasing she had to reread more than once. Her contract with Logan lasted for six months and each month comes with more money. By the time she reached the end, she sat back against the couch cushions, exhaling shakily. Was she really doing this? Yes. She picked up the pen tucked inside the folder. Her signature came out small, but firm. Done. She was officially Logan Russo’s girlfriend.

He was standing stiffly next to her locker, arms folded over his wide chest, a thin layer of sweat slicking his forehead despite the chilly air. "Sera," he growled. She scowled. "What's wrong?" Franco's lips curled up as if he'd just bitten into something bad. He extended a crumpled piece of paper. A contract. Her stomach fell. "What is this?" she asked slowly, taking it from him. Franco refused to look at her. "Your contract," he grunted. "You don't work here anymore." Sera glared at him. What are you talking about?" she snapped. "I committed to another eight months! I've still got bills to pay—my brother—!"

Anthony All Busy Whitmore and finally hand him the blessed signed contract and he assured me that as soon as he authenticated everything that was needed he would send me a copy, I just nodded and went home determined to eat something that would stay in my stomach. After he gave me back the copy of the contract, our "relationship" basically boiled down to him calling me once a day just to drop a question that was really starting to annoy me, "Are you okay? And I, being the good person that I was, was trying very hard not to answer him as sarcastically as I would like to, instead taking a deep breath and saying that I was fine despite the nausea that didn't seem to want to leave me alone.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

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.

“What about you Adam? I heard you're already running Rockwell's Empire on your own, eh?” The wide grin on his lips slowly faded as Adam gave him a sideward glance, his narrowed eyes threatening him to get his hand off of him or he'd lose it without knowing it. Gulping, Joseph quickly stepped back with his hands in the air. “Whoa, chill.” Foren made a face. She was worried that she would ruin the atmosphere in this reunion, but it seemed somebody else was doing the job for her. ‘This guy is really arrogant and annoying!’ As tension formed in the air, all of them heaved out a sigh of relief when their service bus finally arrived. They entered the vehicle with their ‘partners in seat’ as what t

She had spent the entire weekend reviewing Cassandra’s proposal and something didn’t add up. Cassandra entered the room in a tailored navy dress, confidence flowing from her like perfume. “Good morning, everyone,” she said with that smooth, controlled tone that always demanded attention. “Let’s begin.” Her presentation was flawless, graphs, projections, persuasive language. She spoke of synergy, innovation, expansion. But beneath it all, Elena heard something else control. When Cassandra finished, the room erupted in polite applause. Alexander leaned forward slightly. “It’s an impressive presentation,” he said. “But there are a few… inconsistencies in your financials.” Cassandra’s smile didn

Still, I don't think she has any plans to return because it was only the first week I was working with Maximus when she left, but it's been over three months now, and she hasn't returned. I sigh in relief because he seems to have forgotten his free taste. It's not that I'm hopeful about that part; it's quite different. I still can't quite get over agreeing to the setup he wanted, which I didn't even think about. But I can't do anything because of my family's situation. As the saying goes, when you're in trouble, hold on to Maximus’ dick. Shit! I guess my saying is wrong. "Here it is, sir," Aries said with a smile before handing me the envelope he was holding, which I knew was the contract. W