Girlfriend Contract Funny Novels & Stories

What if someone attacks me for taking their man, or the two models who fought over him in the last shoot join forces to beat me up? ‎ ‎My mind was racing and my head was filled with so many thoughts and scenarios. I read through the contract one more time. I mean, I could pull this off for just six months, right? I signed the contract immediately. ‎ ‎I stood up, heading straight to his office. "Here is the contract," I said as I slammed it on his desk. He picked it up from the table with a corny smile that seemed to agitate me. "Well, thank you and congratulations, girlfriend."

“My girlfriend.” I was about to correct him—but then I remembered the contract. Right. I was his girlfriend. For now. “For the record,” he added casually, “if any of you stare at her too long, I’ll gouge your eyes out.” His friends burst into laughter and pulled chairs beside us.

She quickly get down from the table and went on her knees. "The contract has not been void, I still have more days to be your girlfriend" she pleased mercifully, He smirks as the devil himself, "Girlfriend.., you've broken the first law" "What law?" The lady asked, lost in thoughts. "Zhao!" He called angrily A man appeared from nowhere, assumed waiting to be called. The young man bought out a file note and read out the words in it. " Number one rules, a contracted girlfriend should never lie about herself. Always say everything about yourself.

I laughed, "Oh please. I only signed the contract to fuck only you for six months. I didn't sign the contract to be your girlfriend or wife. The only thing between us is that, my private life is none of your business." "Am I wrong to wanna keep an eye on you?" "I am keeping my own part of our deal. I won't fuck any man but that won't stop me from talking to them. I think you should go check your dictionary for english. You're beginning to become annoying, I haven't spent out of your money so I can still give it back. My friend and I would survive no matter what you throw out way. I have been through worse things." I snapped at him.

My glare met his indifferent gaze, and despite my pleading tone, he stoically informed me, "I can't let you do that." There was an undeniable seriousness in his stance, making it clear that begging wouldn't sway him. Undeterred, I continued, "Please," yet he maintained his silence. A sense of pity welled up within me. I had been reduced to a mere pawn, not a girlfriend. In this contractual relationship, I had anticipated some semblance of reality. What was the point of being a contracted girlfriend if I was treated more like a slave than a partner?

He explained. "But, but what about my sec--" I was about to complain, but he cut me off. "I will give you a contract." He declared. My eyes glistened. Did I hear it right?" But he quickly added, "Only if you can convince my mom that you are my girlfriend. If not, forget about the contract." "Sure! It's a deal?" I exclaimed in joy as I extended my hand, gesturing a pinky promise. He looked down at my hand as he frowned. "What's that?"

I scoffed. “Okay…so?” He asked, his brows creased but his expression didn't flicker. More like he wasn't surprised. “I want to propose a contract.” I hesitated, searching his eyes to know whether I was on the right path. “What contract?” He asked. “Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, call it whatever but whatever we share doesn't last longer than a year. No hard feelings attached.” I whispered. At first there was silence for a while then he bursts into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, still laughing so hard.

“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.”

"Tell me more about this contract marriage. How did you even get your hands on their agreement?" Estella smirked, taking her time as she adjusted the straps of her designer purse. "I have my ways. Let's just say I know people who know things." Laura narrowed her eyes. "And you’re sure it's real?" Estella pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery before turning the screen toward Laura. A picture of a contract filled the screen, the words "Marriage Agreement" standing out in bold letters. The names Isabelle Rivers and Liam Anderson were clearly printed at the bottom, along with signatures.

I don't even know what to say or do now because if he has no girlfriend, then she has no right to force me out of my contract with him but then I am still worried she might hurt me or even worse, kill me. " So what now because honestly, I came here to call of the whole deal with you. The girl is crazy and I am worried at the length she's willing to go." I said worriedly. " Look I understand that you are scared and worried but it will be stupid if us to let a faceless lady win when she obviously has no right over me. So no, we won't give her the pleasure. We are going to go ahead with the contract and I will get you some bodyguards to be with you at all times... Don't worry about anything, I