A Deal With The Devil Elizabeth O Roark Novels & Stories

She was all stiff from sitting God knows how long. “One thing I don’t understand though, you knew from the start that I am mated already... Why didn’t you just revoke the deal with my parents and let me be?” Elizabeth wanted to know. “Oh, they tried to back out, but I didn’t let them. You have no idea how scary I can be, and they were petrified, but it was too late... They had already signed the deal with the devil. I am too proud for something like losing. You are my prize, and I have no plans on letting you go.” Robert looked her right in the eyes, and she could see the ominous cloud in his dark orbs.

"Once you sign this, you belong to me. My protection, my rules. No running. No lying." She picked up the pen, rolling it between her fingers. "You sound like you’re asking me to sell my soul." His lips curled. "Maybe I am." She exhaled. She shouldn’t do this. But she didn’t have a choice. She signed her name at the bottom. And when she looked up—when she met his gaze— She realized something terrifying. She had just made a deal with the devil. And she wasn’t sure if she would survive it. Elena didn’t know what she expected when she walked into Killian’s world.

No greeting, just straight to business. I didn't reply to him, knowing he was having fun. He soon sent another message. The Devil: I am glad you made the right choice. I look forward to this collaboration. The terms and agreement are still the same. All you need to do is take your time to read through it. The deal was done. I felt like I sold my soul to the devil to gain wealth, or did the devil always have it in his hands?

But how does he convince her she belongs to him with the softness of a gentle man? Or by showing her the immortal hunger and cravings he’s been keeping under lock for centuries! ZORYA LEVIN’S P.O.V I JUST MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL! Well he’s not a devil! Well if he is then he’s a handsome one… But then I guess…..fuck! I don’t know. He just laid out an ultimatum and it seemed fitting and besides a part of me is curious… Curious to know if he’s telling the truth or just spewing lies to get into my pants!

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

Intense blue eyes drilling into my gray ones. He whispers against my lips "And every night I want you ready for me. Because that sweet flesh between your legs is mine. And I will have you." I chocked on my breath. "Do we have a deal?" My freedom for my body? Oh well. He is my husband anyway. It would have been unavoidable. "Yes. Deal" I swallow as we shake hands. He releases me and I stand to my feet. As he walks away, I can't help but feel I just made a deal with the devil. ***

The old man said while begging to Callum. I bit my lower lip and looked at Callum with emotionless eyes as he looked at the old man. He then, smirked evilly. “I hope you thought about that before you fucking did that to me, Mr. Domingo. You do know how evil I am when it comes to this kind of betrayal. I hope you remember.” I looked at the old man again. He fell to his knees weakly on the floor. He’s now crying while kneeling in front of Callum. But the latter looks ruthless and heartless while looking down at him.

she said, voice low and dangerous, “you can’t have it. Not yet. Since I’m still planning to kill you.” Finn’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. “Want to make a deal?” he asked, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her close. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her belly, his intoxicating scent filling her senses, setting her heat and desire ablaze. “A deal with the devil sounds tempting if…” he paused, glancing down at his harness and back up at his eyes, “I get your life.” He tilted her chin, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touched. “You can’t kill a devil, baby girl,” he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing.

Isla Walker The mansion felt colder after his grandfather left. Grayson sat with me until the morning light slipped through the sheer curtains, neither of us sleeping. I kept watching him, waiting for the moment he’d flinch or fold. He didn’t. But I was folding. On the inside, I was dead “Grayson,” I said softly, my fingers curled around his wrist. “You should take the deal.” His head snapped toward me like I’d slapped him. “I’m serious,” I whispered. “You have too much to lose. I’m just—”

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.