Funny Friend Contract Novels & Stories

"Meh, if it could make a good laugh, then I'll shoot my shot." I could imagine him shaking his head in disbelief and amusement of my fucked up and annoying personality. This is the contract he signed up for, it would be too late to back-out now. At the very least, I have made myself a friend from the enemy's territory. When things started to go down and in another direction, Atlas was someone I could lean and openly talk about things I didn't know I had a say on. It wouldn't be wrong to say I love him. Nothing romantic, unlike the other.

Killian snorted, the tension in the room dissipating with our shared laughter. Richard's laughter echoed through the phone. "Alright, jokes aside, I'll send over the updated contract. Killian, be ready to put your signature on the golden ticket to financial freedom." "Will do, Richard. Thanks again," Killian replied, a genuine smile finally breaking through.

’’ I said. ‘‘How about we become friends?’’ I asked, and forward my hand for a handshake. ‘‘In future, if we have any problem then we'll talk it out, instead of fighting.’’ I suggested. He thinks for a moment then gives his hand into mine, and handshake with me. ‘‘Friends.’’ He said with a straight face. ‘‘Then let's finalize our first, new deal.’’ I said and he nodded. We talked about our project that our dads purpose to each other's company, then signed the papers.

Serena took a deep breath, "And what else? To trust you with my future? Have you forgotten that our contract is only for two years, and after that we'll be divorced, and at best you'll be a guest in my long life, and I'll just be a breeze in your ear, so we don't have to make a scene, and there are some things you just can't force." "I'm inclined to force it." The man's eyes twinkled, and Serena couldn't help but take a step back, a hint of fear coloring her eyes. Suddenly, her waist was hot and it turned out to be his hand wrapped around it. "Serena, don't make me angry, I've given in." Serena felt his hand like a fire, and now that they were close, she could smell it clearly. "Robin and I

"At the very least, we can give it a try. We'll keep emotions out of it, and if things get too complicated, either of us can stop it. We just need to say the word." "This sounds like a contract," I say teasingly. "Are you in work mode?" A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You're not on that again, are you?" He shakes his head. "If it feels like we're making some kind of deal, the least we can do is shake on it, huh?" I give him an incredulous look, as if I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. "Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?"

he asked in the middle of letting out a playful laugh. I stared at him in disbelief but then laugh again like an idiot who can't get over for some silly things. “From which part? Back from being a stranger?” I joke and tried to laugh as hard as I can but it didn't change his expression. “Far from that,” he stated, back from being a sad dude. I just looked at him and didn't let a retort. “After I signed a contract and be friends with you,” he forced a smile and look at me with those deep set blue eyes of him.

I lamented, smacking my hand against my forehead. Florence laughed hysterically in a corner. She's been my best friend since childhood, and she's also single. She won't stop teasing me for coming up with this fake marriage idea. I had gathered all the guys I had previously hooked up with so they could check the contract, and I could pick the best match. However, it's quite funny that out of all the five guys I had interviewed, none of them is willing to sign the contract. Florence said it's a humorous contract, but I think it's perfect! "What! This is a rubbish contract. Isabella you're crazy!" the last guy tossed the document at me rudely and made his way out of my office.

“Sir, sometimes ‘handsome devil’ isn’t an insult. It just… means someone is too handsome for me to handle.” He continued, placing breakfast on the table without looking at me. He said, “Clause 23 of our contract: No talking bad about each other or telling strangers about the contract. Violation: $50k fine.” I blinked, opening my mouth to explain. “I… wasn’t talking bad. I was just… explaining to you, not an outsider!”

Our contract…next week is my birthday. Close to the end of the meeting, I stood up. “This is not necessarily important. But here in our territory, we treat contracts and promises with respect. Winny made a three-month contract with me, and those three months would be over in a week. She has to come back and fill in for what she signed up for.” Daniek laughed. “You are hilarious–” “I’ll go,” Winny snapped and stood up. “You’re right. I should keep to my end of the deal, and I would.”

She snapped a quick selfie with her tongue out in a cute pout and hit send. "Damn. You look so good, babe. You’re killing me over here. I just wanna be there with you." Stacy’s smile faltered. She blinked at the screen because she was caught off guard by the sudden shift. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or a little annoyed. She sent back a simple question mark. "Do me a huge favor, baby. Please? Just for me?" Stacy hesitated while her thumbs hovered over the keyboard. "Anything as long as it’s not shady or gonna get me hurt. You do that and I’m ghosting you for real."