The Agreement Novels & Stories

⋆ ⋆ ❧ ⋆ ⋆ “You can stay but your clothes must go” ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Living Agreement between Mr Miller & Miss Briggens ======================================================= This Living Agreement (this “Agreement”) is made this 20 day of March, 2020 (the “Effective Date”), by and among/between the following roommates: Jet Miller and Shey Briggens (each a “Roommate” and collectively the “Roommates”).

he said softly. I nodded with a faint smile. "Then what is the state of our agreement?" River raised his eyebrow, looking a little surprised by my question. I thought this morning he already knew what I was thinking, apparently maybe I was wrong. However, he soon took a deep breath and looked at me seriously. "Mia, that agreement is actually a form of agreement between us. We've been more than just pretending, we share more than we think." "So, is the agreement still necessary?"

“Can we talk about what happens after the year is up?” My heart stuttered. A breath hung in the air as I faced the shut safe, still. After that pause, my body shifted, heading for the exit. The agreement remained unchanged. Still present, the deal held its place. It hadn’t moved or faded away. There it stayed, fixed in position. Yet the one whose name was on the paper now seemed miles off.

Not until we'd been sitting in that agreement for longer than an agreement needed, in a room that felt smaller than it actually was, with the city spread out behind us and his eyes doing the thing they did where they said something completely different from whatever was coming out of his mouth. I got into bed and pulled the covers up. 'We agreed,' I thought again. I almost believed it.

I packed my things away and placed his neatly into boxes, leaving him to keep or discard them as he wished. I called the hunting team leader to say goodbye, then contacted the pack elder. “The agreement was notarized seven days ago. I don’t need any additional procedure now, do I?” “No,” the elder replied. “Once the public notice period ends, the agreement takes effect automatically.” After a brief pause, he added, “Congratulations, Freya.” I thanked him and ended the call.

“No control. Only support. Only your terms. And if at any point you feel otherwise, you walk. That’s the agreement.” She nodded slowly, the weight of that word settling in her chest. Agreement. Not surrender. Not partnership in name only. Real, measured, cautious. But for the first time in days, she felt a flicker of hope. “Good,” Adrian said, stepping back slightly, giving her space, though the intensity in his gaze remained. “Then let’s get started. We have work to do.”

She stretches out her hand and takes it from me, giving it a quick scan. "An agreement?" she says, tilting her head and hand like she's about to fling the paper. "Yes, an agreement," I respond, smirking. "I see…" she says, still looking confused. INFORMAL AGREEMENT OF CONDUCT & INTIMACY "This document serves as an informal understanding between Adukolapo Aanoni and Tijani Ereadurami, which both parties have voluntarily entered into. Although it is not legally binding, it is to be upheld in good faith as a framework for conduct, intimacy, and mutual trust. By agreeing to the terms below, both parties acknowledge that their arrangement is exclusive, consensual, and rooted in respect.

' I replied. 'Aww, my girl this all is counted with interest. That's why the amount is 7 lakhs and you only have 3 years to pay me back. And yeah in three years you have to pay me 10 lakhs. If you agree then sign an agreement and leave right now.' He said. 'Now? Where will I go at night? Okay, leave it. I am leaving. And where is the agreement? I have to read that and I will keep one copy to me.' Then he showed me the agreement. We both signed and I packed my bag and left home."

"I think you've made your purposes crystal clear here. You need employment, I need assistance. Let's not overcomplicate things any further." He extended his hand towards me then. "Do we have an agreement?" I stared at that outstretched hand for a long moment, knowing that a single handshake would well and truly seal this deal between us. This was my decision, my choice. I reached out and gripped Ryan's hand firmly. "Yes," I said. "We have an agreement."

He holds his copy, then says, “The first clause states that our agreement will last for as long as I want. The expiration date is based on your performance and my satisfaction.” Wow! Just wow! I pity the women who had ever agreed to this b.ullshit. “Any reactions about that?” he asks. “None.” I wanna elaborate my answer and scream in his face that this agreement won’t last, and that my action of wiping him and his entire gang out is its real expiration date. “Let’s move onto the second clause then. During the duration of our agreement, none of us should have another s.ex partner other than ourselves. In that way, we can avoid conflict and health issues.”