Alec Benjamin Devil Doesn't Bargain Novels & Stories

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…

Until the next five minutes, he released his arm. Wiping all the tears..and staring accusingly at Alex. "Don't tell me... You are the devil in my dream?!" Alex smiled. "So you're the demon?!" Accused by Alicia with an angry face, there is an annoyed and disappointed look in her eyes. "Loh… hahaha. How come I'm a devil! I'm still alive... I still have a shape… I am still warm!” He answered with a very annoying face. Alicia hit his chest again. Why did she meet this kind of divine being?!

Bella mumbled with rapid breaths when Alexander brought his face to the nook of her neck and closed his eyes. “Are you okay?” Bella asked in an uncomfortable voice, holding his neck when she heard him say, “Stay away from me. I am not good for you. I am not a person you think. You are beautiful and deserve good. I have a dark side that was impossible for you to imagine. Just stay far. There is no contract and nothing. You can’t be with me,” Alexander spoke and planted a kiss on her neck. Satan was bound by things and there was always a rule work in hell that a devil can’t do anything without gaining profit and the profit must be a soul.

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.

But which situation made her sign The Baby Contract too with the Devil. DAVE BLACK.

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

“Stay the fuck away from my family.” For a second, there’s silence. Then Kingston laughs. Hard. His shoulders shake with it. He leans back in his chair, laughing like I’ve just told him the best joke he’s heard all year. When he finally stops, he sets his drink down and folds his arms. “You are the devil.” His eyes lock on mine. “And the devil doesn’t bargain.” His voice hardens. “So I’m not buying this crap. What exactly do you want?” He is damn fuckin right. I don’t bargain.

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.