Alec Benjamin Devil Doesn't Bargain Novels & Stories

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.

He asked if he was enjoying his victory, the Beast. “Yes! Yes I am ready to sign ‘THE BABY CONTRACT’” ************* ALICE GREY, a collage going twenty-four-year-old girl, beautiful, humble, full of life, a Law student and a girl with a golden heart, who used live a life of a princess now works at a famous bar in the city but she considers her job as a blessing as it was filling the stomach of the person who is most dear to her heart. Her Father. But which situation made her sign The Baby Contract too with the Devil. DAVE BLACK.

"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 Emilia?” Dante didn’t answer at first. His gaze lingered on the garden below. “She’s not part of the game,” he said finally. “And if they drag her into it… they’ll regret it.” Luka didn’t question him further. They both knew: when the devil chose to protect something—he didn’t do it halfway.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

“Son of a bitch. Alonzo Durnam. Ex-SEAL turned notorious mercenary. His work is for the highest bidder.” “Call him, and I’ll counter the offer.” “No. He doesn’t work like that.” Linden turned to me. “He gets the job done no matter how many dead bodies he drops at his wake.” “There’s a tech guy with them with an accent. He recognized Ms. Tara and called her Princess Tara. I think he’s Serevian.” I stood up and scratched my head. “The meeting was a bust. I have a feeling her father was the one who hired to kidnap his own daughter.”

“I deserved a mother.” The sentence cut through the trees like steel. Elira closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked older. “I cannot repair what I abandoned,” she said. “I can only tell you what comes.” She placed the black chain on the ruined stone between them. “Alaric means to deliver you to the thing he fears. If he cannot control you, he will trade you.” Lydia felt sick. Trade him. The way she had been traded. The pattern of power was always the same.

she said, though her conviction was less than impressive. Jonathan brow rose. "You don't think so?" "No." "They will never trade me, they will never". The Vampire Prince watched Allena for a beat before shrugging. "I'll make you a deal, Allena." "What kind of deal?" The young woman asked suspiciously Jonathan mentally went over the exact phrasing of the deal before speaking. "I am going to go to devil and I'm going to hand over this document—peace for fifty years—in exchange for you. If they say no, I'll let you go but if they take my offer then sorry Allena I will never you see them, or I will never let them see you. It doesn't matter how much they beg."

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.