Story Contract Novels & Stories

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

Did they hate each other that much? “So how's modeling, Foren?” Nica asked, one of their classmates, thankfully changing the topic. “Hmm, it's fine, I guess? Well, I earn enough and I really love what I'm doing so I don't feel tired or bored of it,” she smiled at them and it's as if everyone got blinded by her beauty. “Erm,” another guy cleared his throat just behind her. Their attention turned to him. It was Joseph who currently had his arm around Adam's shoulder. “What about you Adam? I heard you're already running Rockwell's Empire on your own, eh?”

he said, his tone professional. Raymond nodded, but I wasn’t paying attention to him. I flipped open the folder and scanned the contract quickly. I didn’t need to read every line—I knew what I was here for. When I saw the section I was looking for, I picked up the pen and wrote: **No communication about my past. No single question.**..Yes, I added that to the contract rule myself I signed the document without a second thought. This was business, and I wasn’t about to let anything distract me from that.

He already made it clear from the onset and what's the essence of an affair without sleeping together. "Yes, that's a substantial part of the contract," I did not miss seeing the slight curve on his lips and the mischievous look in his eyes. "I'm good in bed...if that's what you wanted to ask." He boasted. "Hmmm." I hummed in response. "How old are you though? I'm thirty five." He brought out what was inside the envelope. It was a printed paper which had NO STRINGS CONTRACT boldly written at the top. I couldn't make out what was written underneath from where I sat because they were in small fonts. Afterwards, be dropped a pen on the table.

Always pushing limits. So, Connor—brilliant, ruthless Connor—pitched a plan. “Marry your PA,” he said. “Fabricate a love story. You’ve known her long enough to sell it. Tell them you’ve been secretly seeing each other. No one will suspect it, and since you two clearly hate each other’s guts, there's no risk of catching feelings and complicating shit.” It was a sound plan. Elegant in its simplicity. Except... she said no. Of course, she said no.

What more? "You have nowhere mentioned in the contract that the baby will be conceived by having sex, so if I don't want to do it that way, you cannot force me," she stated proudly, mentally patting herself on the back for coming up with this solution. "You do realise that you have signed a contract with me, right?" he asked calmly.

“I was going to come look for you tomorrow, sending someone to kidnap me is just unnecessary.” “Do I look like someone who has all the time in the world? We need to start planning the wedding so I needed to see you.” He reached for the black folder that was laid on his lap carelessly; he picked it up and handed it to her. “I’ve had the contract prepared to my satisfaction, read it and tell me if you have any difficulty in understanding it.” Crystal takes the folder from him and her blue eyes nervously skimmed through it, she didn’t understand a single word even though she had read the first paragraph more than seven times already; it was probably because of her shitty day at work.

"I think I am, actually. If they're willing to let us shape the story honestly, maybe it's worth it. Not for the money, though that helps, but for the chance to show people that starting somewhere complicated doesn't mean you can't build something real. I keep thinking about the comments under the first article, the people who felt less alone reading about how messy this actually was." "That's a good reason," Nathaniel said, something warm crossing his expression. "Let's do it, then. Together, properly negotiated, no surprises buried in the fine print this time." They signed the contract that evening, and Everly felt an unexpected lightness afterward, a sense that the narrative around their

he said quietly, “we control the story. Together.” I stared at him, confused, my breath still shaky. Then, without another word, he slid a folder across the desk toward me. “…sign this.” I didn’t touch it. “What is it?” “A one-year contract. You pretend to be my wife in public. After twelve months, we file for divorce quietly. Your reputation survives. So does mine.” I opened the folder and started flipping through the pages. It didn’t feel like a contract between two people, it felt like instructions for a press conference. Cold. Distant.

Adrian re‌ad the messa‍ge‌, his j‌aw tightening‌, he set​ the phone a‍sid‌e and pulled E​than clo‍ser​. “W⁠h‌atever ha‌ppen⁠s,” he said quietly,⁠ “y‍ou stay‌ wi⁠th me⁠.​ Understoo⁠d?” ‍Ethan nodded⁠ against his chest, “Understo​od.”​ The c⁠o‌n⁠tract was long forgotten. W​h‌a‍t they are bu​ilding no⁠w is far more⁠ dangerous and far‍ more real.