Alec Benjamin Devil Doesn't Bargain Novels & Stories

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

Even Thorne had given up. I was returning to Frostbane. I was returning to Kaelen. And I had to be prepared to be ruined beyond all hope. I would be chained in a basement. My baby would be taken and raised as a servant—or quietly killed the moment they realized he wouldn't shift. My tears flowed like a waterfall, soaking the collar of my dress. Riven had promised to burn the world for me. He had murmured dark, possessive vows against my skin. Empty words. Just another Alpha manipulating a weak female. He wasn't a savior; he was just a different breed of demon.

He’s a Playboy escort. “I’m offering you a deal. We both help each other and deal with our problems until they’re solved. I won’t accept your money. You can keep it.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “But remember,” he proceeds. “Once you invite the devil into your home, you don't get to ask him to leave until the contract is up.” He stretches his hand forward. “Deal?”

“Let it take hold.” “This is a binding agreement between Elara Veyra, and Draven Nightbane. By this pact, Elara willingly offers her body to the Devil Alpha granting him the right to use it however and whenever he seems fit. In return, the Devil Alpha shall protect her from death” he said loudly. And immediately, something ancient and wild surged inside me. I felt it…his power, pouring into me like molten gold and night. My body trembled as his aura collided with mine, a storm of darkness and light.

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

“You should have thought twice before trying to make a deal with the devil. Once you make a deal with the devil, there's no going back." His voice is so deep and husky. Is he referring to himself as a devil? I can't help but think that he's one. His presence alone is ready to make you tremble in fear. I still wonder where I got the courage to ask this man to be my boyfriend. I always saw him from a distance and the only day I was close to him was the day I asked him to be my boyfriend. I saw a surprised look that flickered in his eyes. I'm sure he was surprised that a girl like me wants to make a deal with him.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

The night just gets worse and worse, I thought. Isadora despises my drinking habits. I wasn't an alcoholic; I just had a low tolerance for alcohol and would pass out after two shots of tequila. In terms of wine, I'd have to raise the bar a little higher, which was exactly what I planned to do. But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out.

"You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways, Smith." And with one last wink, I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. --- Oh. Oh. Oh. That's one hot devil though!