Funny Friend Contract Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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?"

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.

I raised my eyebrows, wanting to sneer at him as I thought of working with him. Frank opened the door for us, and before I came in, he grabbed my arm. “You didn’t read the contract,” he said, and for a moment, I was unsure if he was asking me or if it was a rhetorical question. Slowly, I shook my head. “Does the contract include I should give up my virginity?” I asked, cracking a joke because I was too nervous already. “Whew! I’m glad that’s not included,” Frank muttered and gestured his hand for us to enter the office.

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..."

He sat thinking of what Aaron said, he was right, his reputation would be at stake. "She would sign a contract." He stated and relaxed his back on the chair. "You'll help me with the contract." "I own a security company not a law firm." "Yeah, I know just get me a lawyer." "Where's the girl? When you find a girl that will agree to your stupid shenanigans, I'll get you a lawyer." Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario.