Contract To Sell Your Soul Novels & Stories

Amon spoke to me telepathically, “you really gave her all those souls?” “Does it bother you that I fulfilled your contract?” “Those men don’t have the slightest idea that their souls have been sold. King Alfonso did it on his own accord. They pledged their lives to him and he took full advantage of it.” “I figured as much.”

“I’m so sorry. I-I just assumed that that’s why you---” “Didn’t want to go out with you? No, that’s not it,” I cut her off again, forcing my body not to shake in anger. “Our deal is still solid, I’m just busy. Please, excuse me!” I spun and stormed back to the pack house. Our deal? Hell, the day I’d made that fucking deal, I’d known I sold my soul to the devil! I knew it then, but I hadn’t cared. Now, I could only regret my actions… Regret selling my body to Isabel. And giving Rhea my heart!

I said, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to find the auditor’s logic in a room full of ghosts. "I found the contract, Iris," Ethan whispered, his grip on my arm loosening just enough for the blood to rush back into my hand. "The one our father signed the night he died. He didn't sell his soul to save the company. He sold you." I felt the world tilt. It wasn't the house shifting this time; it was the entire foundation of my life. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the wind.

Which I did. That night, the Rhodes house felt smaller than usual. We had long since sold anything we could to stay afloat, the spare car, the backyard tools, even Dad’s signed posters from his racing days. The kitchen light buzzed faintly as I opened the envelope and read the contract under the yellowed glow. Twenty pages of clauses, restrictions, and promises all for the price of pretending. “Absolutely not,” my mother snapped the moment I explained it, she didn’t even wait for me to finish. “You are not selling yourself to that boy. To that family”

The king's restricted spell was cast, and all of the vurhans in North Angus died, leaving the deity with little to consume, so it began chasing people's souls. That's why I jumped in and gave it a once-in-a-lifetime contract. I decided to sell my body to it. I told it that if it takes over my body, I would assist it in feeding on the vurhans left in the Independent states in exchange for it never attacking another human. It agreed to the terms and took up residence within my body; it's still inside me as we talk, and I can feel it every day."

Antonio asked and she shook her head in reply. "No" she replied weakly. "Then what's wrong? Is it a boyfriend issue? I can beat him up for you if he is being a dick. And then find you a better one." Anthonio reassured and Leah almost chuckled at his protectiveness. "My father sold me to your boss to pay off his debt" Leah choked out as fresh tears streamed down her face as she remembered the content of the document had been signed, "I hate him so much, every time I remember what he made my mum and we go through since I was young, I wish I could kill him" she sobbed uncontrollably "And now he sold me to pay his debt so he can marry another woman!"

I could not because I had never felt safe for this, because at any moment Callisto could simply get tired of obeying my whims. "So what do you suggest?" I found myself asking, my eyes staring at him with a certain coldness. I might not have done it before, but I remembered very well how the Samael agreements... worked. That was the real contract with the devil - if I lost, I would lose my soul, my body, my existence to that being. I would no longer be seen by him as anything but a walking sample in one of his rehearsal glasses.

Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

My soul was already in his pocket. I could feel my heart in my throat, no—I was unable to breathe. Not because of how I was going to repay back to him but because I'd agreed to this. And... my soul. Wait... Have I really sold my life to him and would end up like that tattoo shop owner? Fucking hell!

On the front, in bold black letters, it read: THE SEDUCTION CONTRACT. "I’m giving you a very simple choice," Grant said, holding the papers over her head. "You choose your mother... or you choose the contract. Which is it?" "Neither," Freya replied, her heart hammering. "At least Darlington offered me a deal that wasn't just for his own personal gain. I hate to admit it, but even if Darlington is a killer—even if I hate him—he is a thousand times better than you."