Novel & Cerita Can You Sell Your Soul To The Devil

"So, you're telling me, a pure soul prayed and begged for the Devil?" "Yeah," he said, with a smirk on his lips. "She asked me to take her and save her from hell." Zin laughed so hard, a black feather popped out of his hair. "Oh, oops," he said as he pulled it out and threw it behind him. "Goodness, she is different, huh? It would be easy for you to turn her evil. Imagine how much power you could get from a pure soul turning evil." The Devil took a deep breath and said, "Yeah. She is a special case."

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Not much, but the stories Abel tells me. I'll be honest, Irena. I'm genuinely concerned about you." Keeping quiet , I gush down the wine. Easing the anxiety coursing through my veins. Then the questions start consuming my head. What have my uncles gotten me into? Did they really sell me off to the devil himself?

“Honestly, I just can’t wait to put an end to this already.” Colton watched the way my claws slowly came out. Longer, sharper. “You really came to take my life.” He says, outraged. “Of course you did because you sold yourself to the devil.” “Literally—you sold it when you went to Helios,” he snarls.

That's just crazy. "We will have our set of rules once we marry, Aria. You don't have to sleep with me, Jesus! This marriage is just for appearance sake and for my business. It has to look real because my entire life is displayed on the media. They would know if I bring in some random girl but with you, I could spin the story easily and it would be believable since you practically live here." He explained once again and as much as I was tempted to take up on his offer. It didn't feel right. Yes, I wanted money but this felt like some trap. A deal with the devil? No thanks. I would rather kill myself.

the auctioneer said, “is an asset with confirmed operational success in extraction, infiltration, and destabilization. Proven adaptability under extreme pressure. No confirmed employer. No official record. A ghost.” A pause. “Bidding will open at four million euros.” Ayla’s spine went rigid. She didn’t need to ask. She knew. They were selling her. The first bid came instantly—a curt nod from the two-fingered man. Then a languid raise of the paddle from the woman in silk. Another followed, this one from an unseen corner—paddle number nineteen—its holder hidden by the angle of the room. The numbers climbed. Five million. Six. Seven.

I was scared to ask that question but if I knew their plans, I could try to work around it, “There are so many options.” He stopped rounding my chair and stood in front of me, bending slightly so he was at eye level with me. “We could sell you to the highest bidder. That won’t be able to compensate for everything but it could get us a lost territory.” “Or we could keep you.” Another interjected. “I’m sure your father will be rolling in his grave if you have to serve us whenever we want.” I bit down on my lip so hard that I tasted blood. Tears gathered in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. I didn’t want to seem weak in front of them.

“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.

He blinked a few times, his eyes coming back to normality as he eyed me in confusion, "Yeah, I remember that. What does that have to do with this?" "I changed my mind. I'd sell my soul to the Devil if he would grant me immortality. That way we could be together till the end of time and neither one of us would have to go through the heartbreak of death. But that's impossible and you will go through that so it's better if we just live in the moment for as long as the moment lasts," by the time I was done tears were streaming steadily down my cheeks. My breathing was shaky and my heart hurt.

Tamlin had played dirty. She would play dirtier. If she was going to be sold, she would make sure Vernon paid more than just ten million. She would seduce the devil himself. She would make him obsess over her. "Good girl," Vernon murmured, taking the signed contract. Then, he stepped closer. His intention was clear. Tessa's hand shot up, pressing against his chest. "I'm not ready yet." Vernon arched a brow. "Do I look like I fucking care?"