Funny Friend Contract Novels & Stories

To my delight, I just scanned my contract, and when I saw there was nothing wrong with it, I signed it. Until I meet the new CEO and owner of this company, who is none other than Johnny Kim, one of the very close friends of the people I avoid, I planned to leave this company, but Johnny said that it was written in the contract that I would pay 100 times my five-year contract salary even if I left, which I didn’t see when I scanned my contract. But, as Johnny knows me, somehow he gave me an option, and that is that I can choose my work conditions. And the only condition I gave him was that he could tell no one that I worked for him, not even his friends.

SHAWNA I watched them both with my mouth agape, they were both laughing out their butts as though they were saying the funniest thing in the world. “Honestly, I can't wait. She said we'd meet on Monday for the final contract, which would seal the fake deal she doesn't know she just greedily signed." Mr Robert said. “The funniest thing is how eager you said she was to be working with you, we put up some good impression to the outside world though.” the other man laughed.

My only friend. “Nothing serious, thinking about when this contract will end.” I said in all honesty. I’d churned it over in my head. At the moment I had no one, apparently I was married. Sometimes I thought about what my life would be like when the contracts ended. Would we go back to total strangers or would we be friends. Knowing Quinn, he’d erase out of his mind the second our deal was off. She would have made some joke, or teased me, but she sensed how weary I was over the phone and said. “Everything will work out fine, Amanda.” She whispered into the phone.

Rachel said, “I’m glad I gave Dalton a chance. He seems really great with you. By the way, don’t come home tonight. Go to your own house, with Dalton. Rachel gave her a sweet smile before taking a sip of her drink. Anna narrowed her eyes at her best friend. “You’re kicking me out?” Rachel nodded with a smile. “I’m kicking you out.” “You know,” Anna said, opening her bag. “I’m so glad I bring this paper everywhere with me.” “What paper?” Rachel asked. “Our friendship contract,” Anna replied, taking a piece of paper out of her bag. Rachel’s smile dropped. “That’s not funny.” “I wasn’t trying to be.” “You’re really going to rip that contract?”

Would it be fun for him? “Then let’s be friends on this day,” I suggested and crossed my arms, defending myself from the games he was trying to play. “We call each other by our real names, share information, and have fun in this contract before the inevitable comes. Is it a deal?" Well, I will play games if he wants to. Who says I would let myself lose from him, anyway? He smiled and it was the most charming thing I have ever seen in him. Before, for a long time, he never smiled or laughed in front of me. But now, he has changed due to the contract.

​ “Last night was a r‌egrettable loss of control, it will⁠ not ha‌pp‌en again, the contract” “Fu​ck⁠ y​our contr⁠act,” E‌than snappe​d steppi⁠n‍g closer. “Y⁠o‍u called my na‍me when⁠ you cummed, yo⁠u bit me hard enough‌ to bruise me, you held me like yo⁠u never wan‍ted to l‍et go, Stop pretending it meant nothing ‌.”

"Be my friend, and I'd be yours too. If one of us does something crazy, the person pays a million dollars." "Is this a bet or what?" I raised a brow at me. He shook his head. "If you want, we'll create a contract. I'm being serious." "This is weird," I remarked. He smiled. That cute smile. Shit, I hated cute! Was he trying to make me drool for him or what? So stupid. "Yeah, but I really wanna be friends with you. You don't know what, but there was something about last night." I rolled my eyes. I wished I could also tell him more about last night. He was really a savior. Again, I'd say, I appreciated that. "So… you want a deal?"

“You seem to be doing well for yourself.” He smirked, waving his hand in the empty air of the elaborate conference room. “I’ve done well enough. It’s a dream come true working in this place, let me tell you. You in town for business? It would be great to work together. I have a team that can have whatever contracts you might need drafted by tomorrow.” Of course he did. Returning his smirk with one of my own, I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not here for business, actually. I’m here to speak to you. I wanted to talk to you about a friend of mine.”

I glance at Aiden with a smug smile and cross my arms. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he shouts while looking between me and my stuff. "You can't be in here." "Wanna bet," I say with elation. "Contract," I practically sing. I tip my head and flash the biggest smile I can. "Maybe you should consider hiring Larry to handle your contracts. He could probably set it up so a Pronghorns' cheerleader gives you a daily blow job." Aiden takes a step closer. "I could spank your ass right now," he grinds out.

As I took it from him, I asked, "Do you mind if I have my friend take a look at this before I sign it? I would feel better if he could confirm the contract is safe for me." He said in between breaths, "Of course, I don't mind. There's no tricky language; it's all very straightforward." After that, I went outside and walked over to Terry, "Here, this is the magic contract he wants me to sign. Do you think you can undo it if I sign it?" Terry took the contract from me and looked it over, "Wow, I didn't expect it to be this simple... A child with minimal training could undo this contract..."