A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

Conrad said with a small pleasing smile appearing on his face, "I was worried that woman took away my brother's ruthlessness, but I guess she will be the one to bring out the devil in you," "I don't want him dead; you can send some men to torture him, but you must ensure he doesn't know who is doing this to him, like a subtle warning so he knows better to stay away from my wife. I have any problems on my mind for me to think about a man trying to take Lindsay away from me," I turned on the swivel chair to look out the window. "I suspect that my intuition about Lindsay cheating on me might be true."

“Protection. Security. A way out of financial problems, if that’s what you’re looking for.” I shook my head, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’re asking me to change my entire life, to tie myself to you, and you’re making it sound like some kind of business deal.” “That’s exactly what it is, isn't it?” He raised his brow, his voice cold. “Don’t mistake this for something it’s not, Sophia. This isn’t about love or romance. It’s about survival.” The words stung, even though I hadn’t expected anything different. Still, the sheer finality of them left an ache in my chest I couldn’t explain.

"I'll miss you more, Aria and this will always be your house. It always has been." "I know." I whispered and hugged him tight, forgetting about Xavier and his deal for a moment as I soaked in the warmth of his hug. —————————————————————————- The next few days passed by in a blur as I had multiple visits from Xavier's men who drove me to the mansion regarding the paperwork. He even arranged his legal advisor to help me understand the terms of the agreement. Meanwhile, I didn't spot Xavier around the mansion during my visits and everything felt so formal and cold. What did I expect? Roses and champagne to celebrate the deal with the devil? Of course, all of this feels cold as it should, just l

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

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?

she picked up a photograph of the arms dealer, eyes glittering with contempt “—is already drowning in debt. His empire is a house of cards. All we have to do is pull away the foundation.” She stood, walking to the board, tapping her pen against the faces of their enemies one by one. “Darius. Marek. Serrano. They’ve built their thrones on alliances. We turn those alliances into nooses. We don’t hit them in chaos—we hit them in sequence, cutting off every lifeline until they choke.” Lucian’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. Approval burned in his dark gaze. “She’s right.” Marco gave a low whistle, shaking his head with something between awe and unease. “You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

And I stood there— phone still pressed to my ear— knowing with absolute certainty— that I'd just made a deal with the devil. Or something worse

“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.”