Novel & Cerita Friendship Contract Template

If he could have conditions then so could I. He looked at me questioningly. I shook my head and said, "I only have these conditions". "Okay". "Is there any contract I need to sign? Do you have anything to say?" I ask. He shook his head, "No I don't. No there is no contract. After all, we will live as known strangers. I already made this into a deal. I will take your word as a promise". Known strangers...the words jarred my mind ✍✍✍✍ Happy reading 📖 Asmita 💜

We'll be able to survive the year pretending to be a happy married couple when it's only for a short amount of time—we've known each other for too long, we don't have to worry about being uncomfortable or about falling for one another. For twenty years, we've been friends for twenty years . . . I'm confident that we will never forget the main purpose of the contract. Besides, helping my best friend is worth it. He has been the one to help me before ever since we were in middle school, might as well return the favour. ''It might work,'' I mutter.

Mario merely shook his head, before returning his attention to the contract. "No public display of affection," he read from the document. "It should be a secret relationship." He seemed to be focusing solely on the clauses related to intimacy and romance. "Yes, exactly like the one you just did. You have no idea the trouble you've just caused me. This arrangement between us is only for the kids' benefit." I emphasized. Mario murmured a "Hmmm" before continuing to read through the contract. "The contract mustn't exceed five years as discussed.” He read out some of the terms then stopped, looking up at me.

Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth. "You did that?" "No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton." Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now." Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?" "Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."

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He already made it clear from the onset and what's the essence of an affair without sleeping together. "Yes, that's a substantial part of the contract," I did not miss seeing the slight curve on his lips and the mischievous look in his eyes. "I'm good in bed...if that's what you wanted to ask." He boasted. "Hmmm." I hummed in response. "How old are you though? I'm thirty five." He brought out what was inside the envelope. It was a printed paper which had NO STRINGS CONTRACT boldly written at the top. I couldn't make out what was written underneath from where I sat because they were in small fonts. Afterwards, be dropped a pen on the table.

The way he looked at me gave me chills, but I refused to show it. “I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I said, louder this time, as if saying it again would solidify the truth. “Let me make this perfectly clear: there will never be anything between us. No relationship, no friendship. And as for the contract—I’ll stick to it, but I’m done pretending to be your girlfriend. This ‘friends with benefits’ crap? It’s over. Once this project is finished, I’m leaving the company. And your penthouse? I’m moving out today.”

I couldn’t believe I got that tidbit of information before I even signed the contract with them. I swallowed before I turned to face them. “So, who is Blue and who’s Fred?” “I’m Fred. He’s blue,” the always teasing one said, shrugging when I raised a brow. With a nod, I returned to the file in front of me. I read a bit to know that this contract will last for two months and throughout that time, I will let them fuck me whenever they wanted. Their payment was to answer any question I might have. With a sigh, I picked up the pen, having decided. It was too late for me to reconsider, not after I boasted that I would be the one to crack this case and get an interview with the brothers.

he conveys like he already thought about it “So miss evans do we have a deal? He asks stretching his arm out, I think about Kaylee I’m doing this for her only her, I could do this it was just one year I put my small hands in his ridiculously large ones, a small zing of electricity goes through my body and I look up at him to see if he felt it too But his face was blank, “yes we do” I say, he nods standing up “my lawyer will send you the contract tomorrow, go through it and sign” he instructs I nod my answer thinking of how fast my life was changing and then I remembered “uhm Mr Blackwell when is the wedding? I ask

Morfan placed the scroll on the table and wrote it in the contract. “Anything else?” Amor asked me. “Yes. One more…” I looked at Morfan. “Please write that both parties mustn’t get involved in any kind of romantic relationships with anyone else and also make sure that they don’t fall in love with each other.” Morfan stopped the tip of the quill inches above the scroll and looked at Amor. I looked at Amor’s stoic face. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Write that down, Morfan. Word to word, as she said. Both of us will not get involved in any romantic relationship with anyone around us or… fall in love with each other,” his gaze held mine.