Girlfriend Contract Funny Novels & Stories

Arguing would only make things worse. "You fool! Your contract is over! Your new deal is this," Aunt Nadia showed another paper, almost about to smack it on Sheila's face. "Read it. You're working here without pay until your original contract ends. If I tell you to lick this whole damn street to cool off my rage, you better do it. And you're not allowed to complain. Got it?!" Aunt Nadia arched an eyebrow, yanking Sheila's hair and pushing her towards the street. The young lady winced in pain.

“Girrrrl, what are you gonna do?" I giggle softly, shaking my head as I tell her, “There’s nothing I can do. I signed a 3-year contract.” As unfunny as I found all of this when I was sober, I’m crying tears of laughter as I cackle away. “It’s so bad!” Yup, I’m incredibly high right now.

"Oh yeah, or if they're the kid's dad. I probably forgot other stuff too, like I can only have what you have, a boy or girl, and my kid and your kid are gonna be best friends even if your kid doesn't need a parasocial, but knowing you, they're gonna need one anyway." "Now that's rude! Like if I said knowing you, my poor kid's gonna be stuck with an annoying as hell parasocial." Bunny shrugged. "It's in my contract." "You have a contact...for being my annoying imaginary friend?" Lisa almost shouted. "Parasocial Emotional..." "Yeah yeah. A contract? Like signed and everything official contract?" "We don't really use writing, so no." Lisa laughed, really hard. "That's no contract. You can do wh

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.

"Work? Of course, I am capable of working. I am capable of performing any task you assign to me. I'm a competent cook. I'm capable of sweeping. I know how to mop. I can do whatever I want..." "How about you becoming my contract girlfriend?" Lisa's eyes bulged out of her sockets, and she asked with her eyebrows furrowed. "What?!" "You heard me the first time." She leaned her head towards Ricardo, blinking in surprise and stuttered. "C...c...con... contract... girlfriend?" "Yeah, contract girlfriend," Ricardo replied frankly She drew her head back and said. "I'm not that kind of girl. I can't do something like that." "I know you're not that kind of girl, but that's my deal... for the money. Th

I tell them how it makes me feel and they both laugh telling me that Henry never had a girlfriend on campus, and the psycho is a possibility as they’ve heard some crazy stories about some girls sending dead rats and other stuff to the girl of the week. I feel a chill down my spine and they keep insisting for me to go on a date with him. I must be insane when I agree. They both jump up and down as asked me to call him and tell him I would go on a date with him, I bluntly tell them they are out of their mind and I will accept go on a date with him, if he asks me again.

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.

He looks at me like he's trying to gauge where my head is at, then he says, "I want you to be my fake girlfriend. This contract would be for a three month term and if it worked well then we could extend it. This is just a preliminary contract, we would need to discuss the terms and how much you would need to be compensated for this to be worth your time." My mouth is hanging open like I'm trying to catch fish. To say I'm shocked is putting it lightly. Mr. Conti is looking at me amused and I'm sure he realizes I won't be talking anytime soon so he says, "Take some time and peruse the contract, you don't need to rush to decide. If you need the morning off that's fine as well." "I will not be t

He said and I heard shuffling on papers. "What's the idea about?" I asked as I searched through my closet. "A contract. All you need is to get someone to pretend to be your girlfriend and you will pay her. Both of you just need to set up some rules, you're both comfortable with." It's not actually a bad idea. "I like it." I said as I picked a black vest, coupled with a harsh pants and I picked up my black and white vans. "So now, it depends on who the girl is going to be. "

"Let me refresh your memory about our arrangement. You agreed to be my girlfriend for one year. Not my escort, not my mistress - my girlfriend." I popped the fruit in my mouth, buying time to compose myself. Of course, I remembered. How could I forget? The contract might as well have been tattooed on my brain. One year of being his girlfriend in exchange for my mother's medical care. Simple. Clean. Temporary. "I haven't forgotten," I said, steadying my voice. "Then why do you keep treating this like some cold business transaction?"