Contract To Sell Your Soul Novels & Stories

" I sniffle. " I won't allow you to sell something as precious as your virginity to someone you don't know. You're putting yourself in tremendous danger mikros." He says with compassion. "I don't have a choice. The contract is signed and the auction is up and running." "You leave the contract to me. I'm sure I'll find a loophole somewhere to execute you from it. Bring your signed copy tomorrow, " He runs a frustrated hand through his raven black hair. "I'll be here again, at the same time." He rises, to his full height.

He conjured his imprint and places it in the contract, then sealed it with his blood. “All who want to become our partners in creating a new and more prosperous world sign this soul contract. All who do not, all we ask is you, do not stand in our way.” With that, he walked out of the room. Xasha got up, sighed the contract and him along with Megan and Tulip left the room as well. One by one people got up and signed, then left, while others sat still or left the room without signing.

Because he had an extra layer of assurance – a Soul Contract. A Soul Contract was a document born from the willingness of two souls – one to serve; the other to Lord. A Soul Contract was no trifling matter. The Lord of the Contract could track the movement of the Servant and also feel their every emotions. The Lord couldn’t be lied to, deceived or betrayed. And the life of the Servant was within the hands of the Lord! That meant the Servant could lose his or her life at any second if the Lord was displeased with him or her. Of course, there weren’t only disadvantages for the Servant. Apart from the contract being a display of their loyalty, it also allowed the Servant to grow at their Lord’s

“The girl who thinks like you signed the contract, showing she really didn’t believe in her soul.” “Amateur mistake.” I held my cigar with my teeth and used my hands to adjust the necklace around my wife’s neck so the clasp wouldn’t show. “The first rule in business is supply and demand. You put a price on something based on how others see it. My beliefs don’t matter. You think souls exist, so I’ll sign mine over to you for the highest price.” “What would that price be?” she asked. “Your full submission to our deal,” I said, taking the pen and paper from her hand and putting them in my pocket. “We’ll talk more about that later. Subject closed.”

– Nathaniel questioned taking Erebos and Chaos's hands from his penis that occasionally opened his pants. - I think it's better to sell that time of life, for a higher price to other rich people. – Mammon said. - Stop investing in buying souls, now investing in buying and reselling human life. - Amasteus said. - A contract. – Nathaniel said, looking for people without a job, in debt, who need money. Nathaniel said. - And what would we do afterwards? Trigon questioned. - We sell to politicians, businessmen and celebrities. – Nathaniel said, towards Erebos and Chaos.

The reality was suffocating. There was no escape. Not when his blood ran in my child’s veins. I had no choice. With shaking hands, I picked up the pen and signed the document. The moment my name was on the paper, Alexander's face had a grin, taking the contract like it was a prize he had just won. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. “Good girl,” he murmured. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I had just sold my soul to the devil, to a man I had a one-night stand with.

"I offer my soul, my heart." Alexander stared at him in shock for a moment; had he heard correctly? Soul and heart by default went to Heaven; selling it meant it went to Hell – forever – after death. Once spoken those words were binding and the deal could never be unmade; only transformed. He quickly got over his shock to claim the prize.

James said smilingly, “As for the fourth condition, let’s discuss it privately. I’m not in a rush anyway.” Mattaniah was silent. He thought to himself, ‘You’re not in a rush, but I am. This is a crucial period that will determine our sect’s survival.’ James smiled and said, “That’s it. Let’s sign the contract.” After speaking, James waved his hand, and a soul contract appeared in the void. Mattaniah looked at the contract and said sarcastically, “You’re being pretty formal about this.” While speaking, Mattaniah released his Zen and signed the soul contract.

A small red glow appeared at the tip of his finger. "If you want to live and continue staying here, you need to sign a soul contract. Do you know what a soul contract is?" The flame serpent shook its head. Wilbur explained slowly, "When you sign a soul contract, your life and death will be under my control. Your soul can be destroyed with just a thought, erasing all traces of your existence from this world. Moreover, after signing the soul contract, I will know every thought you have if I wish to. You must be absolutely loyal to me to ensure your survival. Do you understand?"

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?