A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

I blinked at the screen, my brows pullin’ together so tight it hurt. “Deal?” I whispered, a breathless, disbelievin’ sound slippin’ out right after. “What deal?” Since when am I makin’ deals with the devil? Because yeah… that’s exactly what this felt like. A deal with a man Leo never ends well. It always came with strings, consequences, and somethin’ that’d wreck your peace before you even realized what you signed up for. My chest started risin’ faster, my pulse thuddin’ loud in my ears.

“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.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

“Levi, I have an idea how you can get out of that marrying one of those girls in the file that Grey has given to you.” “How’s that?” “You can come to an agreement with Angel to protect her from of the Burning Devils in exchange that she becomes your pretend wife to get Grey off your back.” He looked at me confused, but I have no time to get into more details with him with Pyro waiting for us. “Just trust me and leave the talking to Pyro for me.” We walked back out to the club to see Pyro walking over to us being inpatient. “Well, are you going to give her to me or what?”

She said. "I would do anything as long you will leave me alone and let me live my life the way I want to." I said. "Good, I will choose a mark for you and this time we take him for everything he has, you make sure of it, nothing less than Fifty million and you will never see us again, you can even fall in love for all I care." She said. I am making a deal with the devil, not because I want to but because I have to. I will do what she said and when I am done, I will go back to Tristan and if he still wants me then I can finally have a real relationship.

“May I ask why, sir?” I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. The flame casted a faint glow on my fingers before I snapped it shut. Taking a slow drag, I exhaled before answering. “I’m about to give them a gift.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “A token of my secret alliance with them. Like a truce.” Me making a deal with them? Yeah, that’s bound to raise some eyebrows. “A gift?” he finally asked, careful with his words.

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."

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.