A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.

"You knew my firm couldn't turn down this contract. That's not a business offer, Roman. That's blackmail." "I'm offering your company the biggest payday it has ever seen," Roman said smoothly. He stopped just on the other side of the desk, leaning his hips against the wood. "You need the money, Carrington Corporation needs an event, and your boss is practically weeping with gratitude. Where is the crime?" "Why are you doing this?" I demanded, my voice cracking under the weight of my frustration. "What do you actually want from me?" Roman didn't answer right away. He pushed off the desk and closed the distance between us. His steps were unhurried. I took a step back, but my legs hit the edge

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…

This was a deal with the devil, and there would be no turning back. But she had no choice. She couldn’t afford to hesitate, not when so much was at stake. “Agreed,” Ashley said, her voice steady. “We accept your terms.” Nikolai’s smile returned, cold and calculated. “Very well. Then we have an agreement.” As they shook hands to seal the deal, Ashley couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a pact with the devil himself. But there was no time for second thoughts. They were in too deep, and the only way out was through.

“You have my word. And my word is my bond.” He gave me a nod. “You have yourself a deal.” Little did he know that he had just made a deal with the devil. He would simply be a pawn in the game of revenge that was formulating in my mind.

I will pay her bills and endure her feisty ass while protecting her. Then in return, her body will be exclusively mine to enjoy, devour and use as I please. That's all there is to it. No more, no less. This is just another business transaction and the terms of the contract can't be breached. Luckily for me, it won't be hard sticking to the contract since my heart is the legendary stone-cold heart of Las Vegas. I steeled my face feeling relieved now that I have gotten myself together. I walked into the room and grabbed the contract, walking calmly towards her.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha