Contract To Sell Your Soul Mga Nobela at Kwento

he says showing me where to sign. I look at him through my lashes and then back at the file as I sign the contract, sealing my fate. I know I'm making a mistake. There is no doubt I am but I have no choice. I have to do whatever it takes to survive. They did say the devil you know is better than the angel you just met. I put the pen down and looked at the contract. My name is written in bold letters at the bottom of the page. I gulp, why does it feel like I just sold my soul to THE DEVIL?

Because I want to save you. I smiled naively and spoke like a truly carefree princess, "I want to learn magic from Gray!" He looked at me for a long time and said, "You have the talent to learn magic, and you may even become a rare genius..." Seeing that I was obviously excited, he changed the subject again, "But!" "You have a magic contract." "Magic contract?" What is that? "A magic contract is a kind of contract signed on the soul. Once signed, it cannot be canceled and will only disappear on the day the contract is fulfilled."

he replied with determination in hope of getting a promotion or something. “Any?” Daniel’s eyes followed the motion of the oval-shaped paperweight as he spun it on the table. “Yes, sir,” Michael affirmed. “Very well. Now tell me Michael Can you sell your soul for millions?” Daniel pushed further. His eyes searching Michael’s. “Millions?” lips parted in shock. “How about I offer you ten million in exchange for something you have, Michael. Would you accept the trade?” Daniel asked calmly. His hands are still playing with the paperweight.

He sat thinking of what Aaron said, he was right, his reputation would be at stake. "She would sign a contract." He stated and relaxed his back on the chair. "You'll help me with the contract." "I own a security company not a law firm." "Yeah, I know just get me a lawyer." "Where's the girl? When you find a girl that will agree to your stupid shenanigans, I'll get you a lawyer." Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario.

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

"I have never been a parent, but I have indeed raised a human child. When she was young, she was very weak, but with my meticulous care, she grew up very healthy. and beautiful. So please rest assured madam, I will take care of Gabriella like that child. If necessary, I will make a soul contract to prove my heart." The spirit contract is more terrifying than the magic contract or the blood contract. Once the covenant-maker is not sincere enough, the covenant can never be successfully established. If the contract is signed successfully but the signer betrays the contract, that person's soul will be immediately withdrawn from the body and subject to the torment of hellfire for eternity. This p

He snatched it from me and then looked at the contract before he snapped his finger and the contract glowed. "Well, if that's your problem with it, then how about this: 'Upon any breaking of the contract or refusal to comply with the contract, your soul will immediately be sentenced to the most torturous parts of hell for twenty years and then will be devoured except in the cases of rape by another person or another demon attempting to steal your soul.'" He looked at me and held the contract in his hands. I thought it over and nodded.

Why didn’t you just tell me the truth in the first place? ‘’It was placed in the contract. I never wanted to say it out loud because my father’s terms are quite ridiculous. But he claims that it's to prove to him that I can be a ‘family man.’’ ‘’It was?’’ ‘’You didn’t read the contract, did you?’’ Asher asks. I begin to babble, and he gives a curt nod. ‘’Could have sold your soul then and wouldn’t know.’’ ‘’How does one sell their soul?’’ I ask.

I stiffened, my mind screaming at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting into his touch. And just like that, I knew—I wasn’t just signing a contract. I had sold my soul to the devil himself.