Contract To Sell Your Soul Novels & Stories

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.

Tyler goes rigid beside me. "He made me an offer I couldn't refuse," I continue. "My aunt was dying. I had no money, no options, no time. He offered to save her life in exchange for a year of my life." I look directly at Elder Monroe. "So yes, Elder. I sold myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?" "April—" Tyler warns. "But here's what you're missing," I cut him off, my voice gaining strength. "That contract? That cold transaction? It was two weeks ago. And in those two weeks, I've learned something important."

Autumn paced the room, read the contract again and again, cried until his eyes burned. The guilt over not being able to work, the fear for his mother’s safety, the humiliation of the past few days, it all crashed over him in waves. There was no running. No miracle coming. No way to protect his mom without this. Finally, with shaking hands and a heart that felt like it was shattering, Autumn picked up the pen. “I’m sorry, Mom,” he whispered brokenly. “ I have to do this. There’s no other way.” He signed his name at the bottom of the contract, the ink blurring through fresh tears. The moment he finished, a strange, numb calm settled over him. He had just sold himself to the devil who had turne

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

He walked to me and wrapped his palms on my head and he chanted some unknown words and suddenly my pure soul left my body and got replaced with a dark soul. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Hell" he said and laughed after. . . Author's Pov Hagan made a deal with Stan that if Stan wins he shall release Sela but if he wins he shall sell his soul to him.......

“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.”

She didn't have to pretend to be my wife or to love me then what was she hurting for? "This is our chance, Crystal. The media is distracted by Alan's scandals so we can end our contract under their nose. We both can finally part our ways." I was trying to sound desperate for the divorce so she wouldn't feel guilty. "It's for the best." I looked back at her. Her eyes were now empty, reading the papers. Taking a deep breath, I said. "I've already signed them. When you do, give them to Martin. We'll talk about the rest after I talk to my lawyer."

And her family… But her greediness had cost her, the spirit was a soul that was on the edge of dissipating, and seeing her it had seen her as a good meal, It gave her a false agreement and her young foolish self almost signed it but after sinking in half of her spiritual energy to sign the contract, she felt that something wasn't quite right, Checking the contents of the agreement she found out that, it was a POSSESSION AGREEMENT! THE SPIRIT WAS PLANNING TO POSSESS HER!!

and "contract" Sell what? Who did aunt sign the contract with? A bad feeling washed over me. Could my aunt be selling me? I remembered what my aunt had said to me in the car: "It's for your own good that I found a good place for you." "This is your last value that can bring to me!" I struggled desperately, hoping to change my fate, but it was all in vain. No! I couldn't accept being sold off like a commodity! Mom, Dad, where are you? Please come and save me!

Blakeley asked, confused. “Sex.” He replied and she gulped. “I… I guess.” She replied. “Can that be added to the contract?” He asked and she played with her fingers as she stared at him. She can't deny the fact of having the urge to run her hands on his bare chest. She has also had fantasies of him showing love and affection towards her. “I will pay you double what we agreed on, that will be ten million dollars monthly.” He said. Blakeley felt offended by his statement instead of being happy with the offer.