Can You Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

She hugged him and kissed him. He told her that the secret of her life is not in running away from it... But in living it with dignity. She told him that she loved him and she didn't want to be away from him another minute. I have come to take you with me! He became a flood of tears, kissed her feet and asked her forgiveness for all the bad things she had done to him. She forgave him from her heart and they would both go together to face life. The two of them chose a new home alone... Roger had made a pact with Lucifer for years. He could break it ??? he had sold his soul? Almost without a doubt, one of the greatest attractions of seeking to make a pact with the Devil, with the Abrahamic dem

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”

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.

It’s a good thing that I didn’t remove my mask, even when I was struggling to breathe earlier. “You’re not catching me,” I whispered, like I’m talking to whoever’s sitting and watching me behind those lenses. I’m, going to be so fucking rich, and you wouldn’t even notice it. I pulled my hood lower, and moved quickly. I need to sell this on the black market. *****FLASHBACK***** [Three Hours Ago] I used to be a nobody. A starving kid fixing busted computers for barely enough money to survive. I wouldn't even dare to complain when my customers pay me cents for something I had to fix for hours.

Zeus and I looked at each other, frowning in confusion. "You still didn't get it, did you? I made a deal with the devil. Now my soul is his and I am doing something similar that Eve is doing. While her job is to take the souls out of this realm to heaven or hell, my job is to take the bastard souls to hell." Uncle Adrian spoke in a low tone, holding his head high. I turned my head to look at Eve. She also had a frown on her face as she heard Uncle Adrian. "I don't get it! What do you mean?" I asked out of confusion. As I noticed, no one else was willing to ask anything at all.

They could turn in hell right along with me. If anything, I’d ask the devil if I could torture them myself. Do some work for the devil himself. I’d already sold my soul. Sent others to him. Or would that bring me too much joy? That wouldn’t be torment. Not for me. You’d find me cackling along with the rest of the demons. Watching my father and brother break over and over again.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

she wanted to talk, but I cut in making sure she got my message. “I have given up a lot of things for your daughter, and now it cost me my man!” I roared, and my voice echoed in the living room as it was filled with an uneasy air. I could remember vividly how I always get maltreated, and punished in Sharon stead, but not anymore, because she stole my beautiful soul away. He was the only escape routine I had. And he was also taken away from me, and then I've decided to sell my soul to the devil.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!