Contract To Sell Your Soul Novels & Stories

everything but not now, not when we got three people waiting to tease me in the morning if I can't work. I gazed deep into his eyes and I knew for certain that Ferguson was going to stop until he was deep in me. I let out an exhausted sigh, "let's make a deal..." He arched a brow, "what deal?" "If you let me go, I promise to make double for it," A small smirk drew across his lips, holding my strong in his grip, "you do know I own this condo right?" I flickered my eyes in confusion, "I know... but what that have to do with this,"

"This is between you and me. Release Christopher... And I promise your death will be quick." "Oh, Matthew." Mia took another drag from her cigarette. "Always so dramatic." She exhaled slowly. "Antonella is merely the instrument. You and Stephanie broke a contract. The Grand Lady doesn't believe in refunds. Especially not after betrayal." Stephanie's voice trembled. "What contract? What do you really want?" Alice spoke for the first time. Her voice was colder than steel. "We want what we're owed." She looked directly at Stephanie. "Antonella sold her soul in exchange for your head. And we're here to collect."

He did not even hesitate to give me away. My eyes brimmed with tears and I had to bite my lips to not let any sobs escape me. There was a deafening silence for a few moments before I heard Lord Blade shuffle in his seat. He asked, “Are you sure about it, Gerald? Are you really ready to sell your daughter just like that?” “Yes, sir. Since I can’t clear my debt, I’m giving you my next prized possession. I’m sure about this!” My father betrayed me. I couldn’t help the tears which flowed down my cheeks, wetting my lap as it fell down. “Very well then. I will accept it” Lord Blade’s words didn’t help the pain which engulfed my entire body.

I'm no fucking rapist or a shitting Lecher. She was under my care now, the moment her fucking cunt of an Uncle signed that agreement she became mine permanently... Forever!. I didn't give Delvin all that money to assist him; i don't run a fucking charity organization. With the money, he literally sold her soul to me, yes her soul belongs to me. And I'll possess her more to my liking, cos she's a fucking weird girl, a puny naive girl..... that's so fucking attractive. If it weren't for the fact that he asked that I return his nice back to him, i wouldn't have given a damn fuck about his Fucking Casino. I wonder what the motherfucker invested the fucking money, well it ain't my fucking busines

"You can't possibly expect me to sign this!" "Come on," Peter said gingerly. "You signed more than this when you exchanged your soul. This is just the physical part. As above, so below. The spiritual controls the physical. We are merely acting a role that has already been acted out." Simon was convinced that the document was authentic. It was Peter's registered business contract form for his astrology company. He read number four of terms and conditions in the form. He would be agreeing to deposit a sum of one million dollars to a charity fund account.

You should talk to him yourself and stop yelling at me at the slightest provocation “ Is it my fault that you guys asked me to sign a contract I don’t want to?? My mother owes your family a lot and that is the only reason I’m still here. Do I have to be your puppet I yelled in tears . I ran off to my room and locked the door without waiting to hear whatever he has to say.Je obviously doesn’t have any conscience, I bet he doesn’t even feel guilty one bit. How did I get into this mess? Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract.

I deserved the best. "Are you ready?" she asked. Her voice was like honey. "Once you sign and walk through that back door, there is no going back. The contract is binding." . I picked up the pen. It's just one afternoon, One afternoon for a lifetime of better views. My hand was shaking so hard I could barely hold the pen, but I pressed it to the paper anyway. I was selling my soul, or at least my dignity, but the gleam of the Titanium phone in the display case made me feel like I was doing the right thing. I deserved to be seen. After all they may never see me again.

"If I have any needs, I'll contact you. Okay?" Iridel smiled. He beamed at Liam, which just made him angrier. "Very well." He disappeared in a puff of white smoke. Liam turned to me. "Contracts?" I sat on the chaise. "It's complicated. Apparently, when you die, someone owns your soul. You have to work for them." "And you owned someone?" I nodded. "And you sold them?" "I didn't want to. He made me do it." Liam sat heavily. "The more I get to know you, the more interesting you become."

Her voice softened at the end so tenderly. “You are?” I said weakly. Everything blurred at the edges. It all felt like a fever dream. Sophia’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Just say the word… ‘I do,’ and it can all be yours. If you sell your soul to me in exchange for this, it can be.” I laughed, the sound coming out sharper than I expected. “My soul? Souls aren’t for sale. How can you own my soul?” Sophia’s voice softened, almost coaxing. “It’s like a contract… and when it expires, you’re mine…”

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how