Contractual Lover Novels & Stories

“But no matter how horrible the world paints me, in my heart, you’re still my most treasured person.” “And you’re so quick to judge me. What about you? Have you ever loved me?” “I’ve always loved you, okay?” Nina explained hastily. “Because I was afraid of the contract clause, I always acted distant.” Their relationship was bound by a contract that forbade them from falling in love. How could she dare reveal her emotions knowing the consequences? “And how do you know it wasn’t me who fell first?” Jayden’s question pierced through the tension. Nina was stunned, her mouth falling agape, when she heard Jayden’s unexpected words. Seeing her moist lips, Jayden was tempted to take a bite.

-I don't want to do this, because I'm stressing out, it's absurd, if they knew that we don't follow the rules of a contract, including the part that says we can't give each other roses, that's absurd, you know you should burn that contract, there's no need to pretend anymore, if we both love each other, it's serious that we can't make love, nobody knows it, I don't know why we can't burn that contract, that contract, my dream is with you, and you know I won't pay attention to an absurd contract, I want us to sleep in the same bed, we have to try, I don't know why it terrifies me, but now it's worth it, I just want to feel you, and this class thing sucks to have a tutor, if I have to do face

Rain lashed against the glass like handfuls of thrown stones. "Because I dreamed about you," he said finally. "About the hallway. About what I wanted to do to you. What I still want to do." He turned his head slightly, just enough for her to see the sharp line of his jaw, the tension in his throat. "I woke up hard and alone and so fucking angry at myself for wanting something I can't have." Mira's heart stuttered. "Kieran—" "The contract." His voice cracked on the word. "The rules. No emotions, no personal questions, no real—"

I muttered under my breath. “Excuse me.” “Nothing.” I said getting up to leave his office. “One more thing,” he announced, and I turned to hear what he had to say. “You're not allowed to fall in love with me, it's part of the contract, once you do, the contract will be terminated and you'll receive no benefits, except, of course, if the child is born.” “I assure you, that wouldn’t happen.” I responded and left his office. I'm not allowed to fall in love with him? Like anyone would want to fall for a nonchalant ass like him. This contract should be as easy as a pie, right?

“We can have this inside your place while we talk.” “What? No!” she exclaimed. “Why not? I am your boyfriend.” “In contract, Grant. Remember my rules? Rule number 2 to be precise.” “No invasion of privacy.” “How the hell did you find my place? I thought you don’t mind people’s personal matters. Besides, you could tell whatever you wanted to say on the phone.” He handed her a folder with some confidential papers that they both signed. “I also wanted to give you the legal copy of the contract.” He handed her the folder that contains the confidential papers that they both signed.

she said in a high-pitched tone. “I understand how you feel, but do you realize it was a contract? I mean, I need to keep to its terms. We're almost one month gone. After five months, she'd leave, I promise,” Liam explained calmly. “But she could live elsewhere and still be your wife on the papers. Don't you think so?” His ex suggested. “What if she gets abducted? Her welfare is my concern, although she's just a contracted wife.” Liam replied. “Don’t tell me you're falling for her already. Do you still love me?” She grew more furious this time.

Please confirm attendance. I stare at the screen. Three months. I hadn’t even realised. Three months since the contract started. Three months since a blind date and a penthouse office and a document with a no feelings clause that neither of us has managed to follow for a single day. The review is supposed to be routine. Professional. Two people in an office confirming the arrangement is working and adjusting terms if necessary. Except nothing about us is routine anymore. And when I walk into that office Monday morning and sit

Saw the boy who'd lost his parents at twelve, raised by a grandfather who'd been broken by loss, taught that love was a liability. "Is that why you don't want it?" she asked. "Love? Because you've seen what it costs?" "I don't want it because I don't believe in it." He met her eyes. "What my grandparents had was an anomaly. Most people chase that feeling and end up with broken homes and custody battles and alimony payments. They confuse chemistry for compatibility. Attraction for attachment." "And you think a contract is better?" "I think clarity is better. We know what this is. We know when it ends. We know exactly what we're getting from each other. There are no illusions or false hope. So

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

The one that had caught her attention from the very beginning. “If either of us says ‘I love you,’” he read slowly, each word careful and deliberate, “the contract terminates automatically. No negotiation. No exceptions. No take-backs.” “I need to understand why,” she said. “Really understand.” He set down the contract. Leaned back in his chair. For a long moment, he was quiet. “Love changes things,” he finally said. “It creates obligations that contracts can’t define. Expectations that rules can’t capture. When you love someone, you start to need them in ways that can become… dangerous.”