Funny Friend Contract Novels & Stories

I have been reading this damn contract repeatedly, and though the terms are simple - but reasonable, I'm still hesitant to sign. He is busy reading and editing some papers from work and drinking his second cup of coffee. "Ok, but why does it say if failed to comply-" "Layla, just sign the contract. Or are you looking forward to meeting someone else? I mean, that's pretty much what it means. While married to me, you can not date or see any other guy. Pretty simple!" "Well, this goes for the two of us," I say, narrowing my eyebrows as I grip the paper over my shoulder.

But the two become best friends, even with the disparity of their social class. "Hi David..." his voice slurred a little. David frowned. He can hear the slurring of his friend's voice from the telephone. The contract must have messed him up a bit. But he has good news that he is sure Chris would appreciate. He said happily, "Hey buddy; I've got splendid news. The contract you sent me yesterday has loopholes. You can get out of it." "I don't want to get out---I want the marriage." Silence. "What?! But yesterday you're so furious...." David stammered.

Luca looked away first. That was confirmation enough. Damon exhaled slowly. “You’re not leaving.” Luca looked back at him. “That’s not your decision.” Damon stepped closer. “You’re under contract.” “Contracts can be terminated.” “Not this one.” Luca frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Damon’s voice turned calm. Dangerously calm. “It means if you try to walk away…” He paused. “…I’ll make sure every security firm in Europe blacklists you.” Luca blinked.

He looks amused, but there’s a glint under it—something warmer, almost uncertain, like he’s searching for a reaction he’s not sure he wants. “Fine,” I say, snatching up the folder. “Let’s see what kind of fairy-tale contract you’ve cooked up.” The first page is thick with legal text. I skim, lips moving around the cold language. “Clause three: both parties shall maintain a harmonious public image.” I glance up. “You mean fake smiles and matching outfits?” He leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “I mean you’ll stop scowling at me in front of cameras.”

“It could tie you down.” Nathan chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, Luc. A three-year contract with Kornelly is a bomb. That’s a dream job for a lot of people.” Lucas sighed quietly. “You’re right.” He forced a small smile. “It’s just that it feels like they’re taking my best friend away from me.”

Finn argued while shaking his head against my chest. "I did it because you are my friend and friends do not let each other get bullied at the dinner table." "We are a lot more than just friends, Finn," I murmured into the quiet night. "We signed a fake dating contract," Finn reminded me but his voice lacked any real conviction. "The contract is just a piece of paper and it does not dictate how I actually feel about you," I countered honestly. "How do you feel about me?" Finn asked while his voice trembled with nervous curiosity.

A few other people chatted with Daniel for a while before leaving. Soon, there were only Daniel and his assistant in the conference room. This contract was a standard template in the industry, but they had added two other conditions to Party B's obligations. One was to re-register a new Facebook account during the contract period to cooperate with the crew's publicity activities. The other was to not accept any other work during the promotion period. These two conditions were clearly addressing Stella's previous occupation.

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.

“Clean as a clean be, No litigation or bankruptcies.” “Hmm, maybe they are actually good,” I mused, though my skepticism remained. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of our short acquaintance. “Can I see the full contract? The actual full print usually tells the story the brochure hides.” I asked this feeling very skeptical that she would actually agree. We are only two weeks into this friendship. People don't just hand over proprietary financial contracts to the person they meant two weeks ago, I expected a polite deflection, a "maybe later," or a sudden change of subject.

“No leverage of any kind, and definitely no surprises. I hate surprises.’ I nodded thoughtfully, wondering what would happen if I actually tried surprising her. “…I can do most of that.” Axel groaned. “Alexei.” “I said most,” I repeated with a pout. “Which brings me to my condition.” Brielle closed her eyes. “Here it comes.” “I want a contract.” She stared at me. “A what?” “A friendship contract,” I revealed with a bright smile. Axel blinked. “You’re kidding.” “Dead serious.”