A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“You’re the devil.” Her words finally make him smile, her heart stops, realising she agreed to give her life to the devil himself and that she agreed there would be no turning back. No way of escaping whatever pain he decides to inflict on her. How crazy is she? People talk about making a deal with the devil as a joke, a joke about people who are cruel and nasty. Never did she think she would actually make a deal with the actual devil herself. Standing, he nods. He knows now there is no way he can let her go, no way at all, so he has to try not to kill her. How this will work, he doesn’t know.

He’s a Playboy escort. “I’m offering you a deal. We both help each other and deal with our problems until they’re solved. I won’t accept your money. You can keep it.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “But remember,” he proceeds. “Once you invite the devil into your home, you don't get to ask him to leave until the contract is up.” He stretches his hand forward. “Deal?”

GINA "WHAT THE FUCK!" "You're yelling, sweetheart," he said calmly as he leaned back on his seat and grinned sinisterly. "Don't call me that!" "Does that mean we don't have a deal?" he asked. "You brought negotiation to me and I've just told you my terms. You only have to do as I say and you get what you want. You could also refuse and go home empty-handed and dejected. It's your choice." "Anything but that, please," I said, feeling defeated. "I don't want to be anyone's slave."

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.

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.

I was so ready to make him pay for ever trying to play this dangerous game with me. "Excuse me," I said briefly to the two investors I was discussing a major acquisition deal with, and walked toward the balcony. They called and tried to follow, asking about the deal structure, but I was already gone. I couldn't concentrate anymore on whatever financial structure they were offering. My focus had been violently wrenched away. When I got to the balcony, it was nearly empty. Only two girls were standing there, smoking some nasty-smelling herb, but they quickly left when they saw me, scattering like frightened mice. They looked genuinely scared.

he says quietly. His voice isn’t angry. It’s final. “You’ve crossed a line,” he continues, leaning in just enough that I have to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze. “You didn’t just choose war. You didn’t just choose me.” His eyes lock onto mine, unblinking. “You made a deal with the devil.” The words should scare me. They don’t. I smile. Slow. Deliberate. Honest. “Good,” I say softly. “I’ve never trusted angels.”

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”

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