A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

If this is the only way to make Blake and his family pay for everything I’ve been through, I’ll take it with both hands. “I… I accept.” I whispered. When he turned back to me, the smile on his face wasn’t supposed to be handsome at all. But chilling as it was, it was devastatingly handsome. “Good choice, Scarlett.” “I have conditions.” I blurted before thinking. Because when making a deal with the devil, you have to be wise enough to give yourself some wiggle room, And I definitely just made a deal with the devil. His smile broadened. “Oh? Let’s hear it then.”

As I began to flip through the pages, I almost immediately realized that the 'deal' I'd entered into with the man was much more that I'd bargained for. I fell against the counter, my legs shaking. "Fuck you. Fuck you, asshole." I had to be hallucinating. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. After reading voraciously for several minutes, I tossed the contract onto the table, hissing from the rage that was all encompassing. This wasn't just a deal with the devil. This was giving him my life for several months. The caveat? If I followed the contract to the letter, all my sins would be absolved.

“Willing. Dressed in what I provide, I also want proof that she is who you said she is. And I’ll let you breathe.” He nodded so fast it made him dizzy. “Yes. Yes, I’ll make it happen. I swear.” "If she is who you said she is, then I'll give you fifteen million to cut off contact with her". His eyes widened with greed. I leaned down, grabbing him by the jaw. “If she cries,” I said, “I’ll send her back in a box with your name carved on the lid.” And just like that, I made a deal with the devil. But I didn’t care.

"You still got a page full of them." "But- That's no fair!" Nate whined again and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, biting into my cheek to hold a smile and going back to make a neat copy of my notes. "I demand a re-deal." "And what is that?" I hummed not glancing up. "For each problem I got right, you take one cloth off." my heart somersaulted and this time my wide eyes found his immediately. Was he for real? He smirked now having my attention. "Don't worry, I'll undress whenever I get one wrong. Deal?"

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

And as if sealing a fate, he spoke again in a velvety voice, his lips curled in a small smile. “Darling, you have been used by men who promised you heaven... how about making a deal with the devil instead?”

And now… Richard. He had made a deal with a devil. And he wasn’t sure who was burning faster—him or the people around him.

Try not to miss me too much before then. Arrogant bastard. But as I stepped into the elevator and watched the doors c lose on Salvatore Tower, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just made a deal with the devil himself.

Then he pushed open the thick, long oak doors, revealing something only someone with unlimited access and money can build. And taste. The Devil does have impeccable taste. "Your mouth is on the floor," he joked, locking the door. "Do you blame me? That loft! You have to give me your interior designer, I'm going to —" Fingers waded into my hair, gripped it and turned me around. Lucian's mouth slammed into mine, cutting off all thoughts. My body froze and then blew hot like burning coal in the next second. My hands grasped empty air as he consumed me.

"You taught yourself to mend it. Because you couldn't stand to lose it. I don't think you knew why." "I did not." "I do." She opened the envelope. She took out the deed. The trust documents. The Swiss bank letter. The passport, which she looked at for a moment, with a small, strange smile. Last of all, the law firm's single page, unsigned, with the line at the bottom still blank. She laid them one by one upon the kindling. "Elena," he said hoarsely. "Wait." She lifted the last item from the envelope. Two torn halves of heavy paper, held together by clear tape gone yellow at the edges. THE DEVIL'S CONTRACT.