A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

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.

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

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.

"You may need to strike a deal with the devil along the way." I clamped my teeth together. Marcus was right. Making a deal with Axel would be making a deal with the devil.

Jonathan's pictures flashes before her eyes, she is beginning to see the devil himself. Emery pulled out her suit and handed it over to Camila, “I hope this helps,” she sighed. “About the prenuptial contract, I didn't —” Camila didn't want to hear any word of it, she raised her hands interrupting Emery's sentence, “It's all over, I won't marry Darren.” Her heart wrenching smile made Emery sad. “He never loved me, I had grown with this impression that he loves me, it seems he had been manipulating me from the very beginning.”

“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.