O Contrato Novels & Stories

"A contract? What do you mean?" Mr. Jones nervously rubbed his hands together, realizing he had just made a misstep. "Ah, I just meant that I think it would be best if we laid out the terms of our relationship before we get too involved. That way, we can both know what to expect from each other." Ivy furrowed her brow. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand. What kind of contract?" Mr. Jones took a deep breath, realizing he had to explain himself more clearly. "It's just a formal agreement between the two of us that outlines our expectations and commitment to each other. That's all."

He won’t lose her because of a stupid bet. He looked at the name of the other party in the contract and changed into his best clothes. He had to get her back. No matter how powerful the man was.

" I screamed, He stopped walking and turned around. I took a deep breath and walked towards him. I smiled at him, "You moved on?but according to the contract we…(pointing my hand to him and back to me) signed, neither you nor I should move on with other partners without the contract completing…" I can clearly see his jaw clenching, I smirked internally. "That... contract is created by me...I can terminate it," he said, with a raised eyebrow. "You can… but not until it's one year… Come on Enzo, You created the Contract you should know the rules more than me," I said, with a smirk on my face.

Just talking to herself, the little girl Jessica kept blushing and did not dare to look directly into her eyes. Although he had ten thousand doubts in his heart, Roger didn't bother to ask, and stretched out his palm to face Jessica. "I can help you...come and make a wish contract, Miss Jessica." "contract?" Jessica cautiously stretched out her small, white palm and pressed it against Roger. "The meaning of the contract is that I will formally accept your wish. This contract will remain in effect until the wish is completed." When the palms of one large and one small are pressed together. A robotic voice sounded in Roger's mind.

he conveys like he already thought about it “So miss evans do we have a deal? He asks stretching his arm out, I think about Kaylee I’m doing this for her only her, I could do this it was just one year I put my small hands in his ridiculously large ones, a small zing of electricity goes through my body and I look up at him to see if he felt it too But his face was blank, “yes we do” I say, he nods standing up “my lawyer will send you the contract tomorrow, go through it and sign” he instructs I nod my answer thinking of how fast my life was changing and then I remembered “uhm Mr Blackwell when is the wedding? I ask

Inwardly I groaned, trying to hide my displeasure with it. “I see.” I mumbled as he placed a paper on the table. Moving to the table, I picked up the paper and read it over. It all seemed basic and self-explanatory. The only thing it stated, was that we would pretend to be mates in the public, we can end the contract at any time if we discussed it first and lastly, I would receive an allowance. I didn’t care about the allowance, but he seemed eager for me to sign it when he placed a pen in front of my face. Sighing, I took the pen and signed my name to it. When I set the pen down, he picked it up and signed his name.

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.

I just smiled when she frowned. “Contract?” she asked as she came closer to where I was. "Yes, baby. We will have a contract and all the rules are stated here. Feel free to read and review," I evilly explained, and handed her the document. He took it from me and sat down to read the contents properly. NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT November 21, 2022

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

He placed it gently on the small table between them. “Contract marriage. One year. You must pregnant. After that, we divorce. No inheritance rights, no obligations. And in return, your father’s debt is written off.” Bella froze. Unbelieving. Her eyes fixed on the file on the table. “Why me, Sir? I’m ... i'm a nobody…”