Can You Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

Hard to read. A man who might sell me. A man I might need to make fall in love with me. I look away and stare ahead. I don’t know which one is more dangerous. The black market… or him.

"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.

“No, no, I haven't taken anything. You can continue coming here, of course.” “And if I don't sign the deal?” “By tomorrow morning the world will know Thorn's real name, and face.” I bite my lip hard till I taste my blood. On one hand, this is everything that I want. On the other hand…that payment clause haunts me. The last thing I want to do is become Charles. But if this is the price to pay to escape him… Seraphina was right. The Devil was expensive…and I was foolish to think expensive only related to cash.

he shouted. "I had no choice, brother! I just had to do something... She did not deserve what happened... It was my fault, Kaz and I had to fix it, I just had to." "And now you have sold your soul to the devil. Those evil rich bastards are not your friends, when you collect a chicken from the devil he takes a full person in return. You did not think about the family, did you?"

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

I could feel the dismay and sadness in his voice. I couldn’t let him give up—not until what we’d already sacrificed over a year for him to be still with me. “Your new friend’s mom might be able to pull some strings.” Keene moved to stand in front of me. “You okay with that?” I met his gaze. “I’ll do everything for you, Keene. I will sell my soul if someone is willing to buy it.” “Then sell it to the devil himself.” He chuckled. I knew exactly who he was referring to. Was he the devil though?

It was like the lords in medieval Europe who enjoyed the right of the first night—they could never comprehend the torment and agony of a solitary man, tossing and turning on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night. In the past, he had never known what it felt like to be desperate. But now, this despair felt so clear, it was almost as if it had been carved into his heart and bones with a knife. At this moment, he truly felt like a man who had sold his soul to the devil. Although he had achieved great success in human society, in front of the devil, he was not even as good as a hellhound. Once the ten-year contract was up, the devil could take everything from him at any time.

Andras loved this world for its simplicity. Here everything is easy to buy and easy to sell. And not only tangible things, but also people and their beliefs. For a small amount by the standards of a demon, a person is ready to give up faith, principles, friends, even his own relatives. Just say the right number and you'll buy his soul. " It's Paradise!" Andras always threw up his hands theatrically and talked about the Earth with a satisfied laugh.

“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.”

he emphasized, and his words brought a shiver to my spine. Before I could ask any more questions, he decided to end the call, reasoning that we both should go to sleep, but how could I get to sleep when my mind was filled with Kian's images, along with the words that escaped his lips? "I am willing to sell my soul to the devil." That line kept running through my mind until I could no longer contain the drowsiness and eventually fell asleep.