Can You Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

She had agreed to this because she thought she could handle it, but after Valerie’s revelations, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Adrian wasn’t just a man caught up in the mafia world. He was a man drowning in guilt, anger, and heartbreak. He had sacrificed everything, becoming someone he despised, all for her. Selena tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her chest heavy with guilt and determination. “I can’t let him destroy himself,” she whispered. “Not for me.” Inside the mansion, Adrian sat in the study, staring at the contract on his desk. The ink had dried days ago, but it felt as if the words were still fresh, taunting him. A marriage of convenience, Selena had called it, but to Adrian,

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar

They were stolen from me. " You have no right to judge me. At least I sold myself to a man. I might eventually get freed. What of you? You sold your soul to the devil. Who is going to save you?" I question with every atom of strength within me. I am so sick and tired of him talking to me like he is God or something. " Well I didn't have a choice. Some of us aren't heavily gifted like you, men don't drool at our feet and we can't get every good thing by just being pretty" He adds in rage

But what she suspected was what kind of world; what kind of society forged nightmares and caused Martin to eventually mutter this phrase in his sleep. The phrase that answered her question. “I’ve sold my soul to the devil.”

“You’re a clever one, Natalie. I’ll give you that. You couldn't just trust me! No! it'd cost you too much. It would mean you'd have to believe me, it would mean the life you know has always been a lie. It would mean bringing you out of your comfort zone and that isn't what you'd want is it? It would be too much for you to handle that's why making me to be the devil was so so much easier than accepting the truth. You play the innocent, the victim, all while sharpening your knives in the dark. “I am a victim!” she cried, her voice rising, desperation lacing her tone. “You bought me! You keep me here against my will! What do you expect me to do, just sit back and be grateful?”

"What do I want? I want your soul, Blake. I want to make you more powerful than you could ever imagine. And in exchange, you will do my bidding. You will hunt down those who oppose me, and you will do it without mercy." Blake hesitated. He knew that selling his soul to the Devil would mean giving up everything he had ever believed in. But he also knew that it was the only way to gain the power he needed to avenge his family. "Fine," Blake said. "I'll do it." And with those words, Blake felt a burning sensation in his chest. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest in agony. But as the pain subsided, he realized that he felt stronger than he ever had before.

"You are letting your anger blind you. You are being too sentimental to see the bigger picture." "I am not sentimental," I snapped. "Oh but you are," she soothed, her hands moving up to massage my neck. "Delayed gratification is what you need right now. You want the woman? We will eventually get the woman. We can torture her all we like later. But first, we get the pup. We get the money and power." She kissed the back of my shoulder. "We train that little boy to become a demon. And when he is ready, we use him to attack Riven. The glory and power will be all yours. The woman is just a minor detail –a collateral."

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

Only now did Henry speak. “Perhaps the longing to see my mother was so great that I sold my soul to the devil. I realized I made a deal with the devil and I was disgusted with myself. I asked him when he could let me see my mother again and he promised that as long as I could wait for him on the night of the full moon and do what he asked, I would get to see her. ...

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.