Time-limited Engagement Novels & Stories

Julien nodded slightly, "Yes, I want to change the bet. I didn’t give a time limit to the bet. Now I want to add a time limit. How about three years?" Julien held up three fingers. Sydney frowned, "Why does it have to be three years?" Usually, when people made special engagements, the time always meant something special. A bet was also a special kind of engagement, so Sydney didn't think Julien had just blurted out three years. Otherwise, why did he not say one year or five years but three years? Julien didn't expect Sydney to be so perceptive. She immediately sensed that three years was special to Julien. He smiled nonchalantly, "There is nothing special. I just thought it was the right tim

“And what is that supposed to mean?” “We don’t have to be tethered to each longer than we’re required,” he explained. “In this contract, I’ve stated the time limit, a non-disclosure agreement for safety reasons and all the clauses we both need to abide by if we were to make this work without anyone discovering the truth.” I crossed my hands, leaned back in my chair and stared at him as he added, “This marriage will only be viable for a year.” “A year?” I questioned. “And what happens after a year?”

The future wide open. "We don't have to decide tonight," Leighton said. "We have time." "How much time?" "I don't know. How long are engagements supposed to last?" "No idea. G****e it." She did. Pulled up her phone. Searched. "Average is fourteen months." "That's forever." "That's normal." "I don't want to wait fourteen months to marry you." "Then we won't. We'll do it faster. Our timeline. Our rules." "I like that. Our rules."

Nobody spoke while he read before he eventually said. “The community partner section, the engagement timeline in year two. Six months is quite aggressive.” “It’s realistic based on the pilot program structure,” Amara said. “Show me the pilot program structure.” She showed him. He read it and made a note. “Keep six months,” he said. “But add a twelve-month parallel track for partners who need more time. It shows that the foundation can hold both without the slower partners becoming a liability to the faster ones.” Amara looked at Selene.

"Because this engagement has been dying for years. We've both known it. This conversation will be a relief for both of us." Madison's fingers stopped drumming. "When?" "When what?" "When will you end it? Give me a specific timeline." "Five days. I'll fly back tomorrow, set up a meeting, and handle it properly." I paused. "Is that concrete enough?" "Maybe." She pushed her hair back. "But I still need to see proof. Until I see actual progress, I can't trust you. I won't trust you." "That's fair." "Stop saying that."

He explained, "I need an engagement. Just for show, and only in the public eye. It's a media strategy to create a narrative that benefits us both." My eyes widened in shock. "An engagement? Why would you need that?" Gregory clarified, "In the world of business and media, perception is everything. A high-profile engagement between us could open doors and present opportunities. It's not about our personal relationship, but the advantages it brings strategically. I'm not saying you have engage with me in reality." I hesitated, still trying to wrap my head around the idea. "But...I'm not even divorced yet." Gregory's features softened slightly. "That's fine. I can wait. In fact, I'm leaving the

I couldn’t conclude based off our small interaction like I had done earlier. `A: Thanks for understanding. And I was wondering, how long would your offer be open?` I held my breath as I hit send. The moment of truth had come. If he said no, then I would go back to the motel idea, which didn't seem as clever as it was when I came up with it. If he said yes, then yes. `S: Yes, it is, but just for a week. It’s open for that long because there are things I would need to put in order if you agreed, but I won’t have the time to do so if you said yes later than then. Are you interested?`

He deserved nothing less. After a moment of contemplation, Nathan looked up. "What if we set a time limit?" "A time limit?" I questioned, not understanding. "Six months, a year, or two," he suggested. "If I can't win your heart in that time, I'll give up and accept that we're just friends." I hesitated. The proposal was reasonable, but would it really change anything? We both knew that mate bonds didn't work that way. That instinctive wolf recognition was either instantaneous or not at all. No amount of time could force it.