Alec Benjamin Devil Doesn't Bargain Novels & Stories

"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.

No greeting, just straight to business. I didn't reply to him, knowing he was having fun. He soon sent another message. The Devil: I am glad you made the right choice. I look forward to this collaboration. The terms and agreement are still the same. All you need to do is take your time to read through it. The deal was done. I felt like I sold my soul to the devil to gain wealth, or did the devil always have it in his hands?

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

I held back the fear and uncertainty in my heart. Lucas glanced at me and weakly smiled. "Don't worry. Sir Benjamin is called the Great Devil for a reason. He had been suppressing the Capital for thousands of years. It proves how powerful he truly is. You might not know this, but he is actually the most powerful grim reaper under the heavens."

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“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.