A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

The most popular boy in all of Bayter High School. A deal with him could make or break me... and he would never get the bad part of the stick. "Deal." I shake his hand, sealing my fate.

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

Perhaps within the darkness, there was a loophole, a weakness they could exploit. The figure laughed, a sound that echoed through the chamber. "A brave choice," it rasped. "But remember, once you make a deal with darkness, the price is never truly paid in full." The figure extended a skeletal hand, its long, black fingers twitching in anticipation. Evie and Liam stood frozen, the weight of the decision pressing down on them. The fate of Aethel hung in the balance, and with a single touch, they would either seal its doom or bind themselves to an unknown darkness.

The way he told me not to move on—but looked like he was praying I wouldn't give up. I turned to the table by my right and picked up a pen. “Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.”

But still he talked about me! "Well, maybe not fondly, but I'm still curious. You seem to have caught his interest in a very peculiar way." "Probably because he thinks I'm stupid for making a deal with him." I shrugged and picked the champagne bottle. "More?" "You made a deal with the devil? I would turn back if I were you. No one, no one wins against Diavolo. Especially not an ordinary girl like you." He shook his head and held up his glass. "Well, there's about to be someone." I smiled as I poured him champagne, but my words didn't seem as sure as I wanted them to be.

Silas’s shirt was already bloody, so much blood and Laura hated the sight of it. Scott ignored him and didn’t stop. His punches were repeated. Molly rushed to him, holding his hand mid punch, “Stop it Scott, you have a reputation to think of. You cant do this for God’s sake” she pleaded. Scott stopped for a moment to look at her, his eyes were red and his breath was heavy. Molly knew to back off, there was no stopping him now. At that moment, Laura let out a small sob that drew his attention. He looked at Silas, “And the deal still holds. Any attempt to back out of it and I’ll sue you empty of every last penny you have” his voice was hard, Silas got the message although he was almost too unc

“How do you know about the deal?” I could tell that question had been at the tip of his tongue all this while. “I read your lips,’’ I confessed. “Hmm–’’ he sniffed again and I shivered. “You want me to turn down five hundred million dollars for a flimsy hope of you making more? I don’t think so.” “No, I want to make a deal with the devil.” He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “A deal over a deal? Since you’re so confident, here’s my deal. Make me six billion in six months? That's the only way I won't sell you off.”

three seconds. Then, came the sound of footsteps. Calm, measured, and authoritative. Approaching the living area. Ezra turned toward the sound, and in that exact moment, his entire body froze. The Devil's Deal A tall, powerfully built man stepped out from the adjacent room. A custom-made black suit hugged his well-proportioned frame flawlessly. He had a sharp, symmetrical jawline—the kind of face that looked almost too perfect to be real. However, it wasn't the man's striking looks that left Ezra speechless, but his eyes. A pair of dark, sharp, and icy eyes that felt capable of stripping away and reading Ezra’s deepest secrets in a single glance.

He gave me a wickedly cold smile, thinking it was going to scare me away. "Miss Bradford, I still don't understand why you would want to have a deal with the devil himself.. but okay, since you are such a stubborn little lamb, I will indulge you one last time.” He paused, staring off at the dark endless road. "And calling this a deal isn't the right word for this. Due to the fact that there is clearly no mutually beneficial term. There's literally no exchange of something of value. But okay, we have a deal." My gaze at him deepened. "Thank you."

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.