Contract To Sell Your Soul Novels & Stories

“You read minds?!” “No, but I do read faces, I think about 70% of humanity can,” Selene rolled her eyes. “How long am I going to be here?” Lucas cleared his throat and passed a paper in front of her. “That should be our contract,” “Contract of what?” Selene picked the paper, there are so many terms she cannot understand but one sentence was enough to make her stunned. “W-what..what does this mean??” “That the wish you made awhile ago, is in exchange for your soul.”

Contract Description: The devil’s work. Or more specifically, Lucifer’s design. The contract is a power that binds two individuals by marking their souls with a very intricate ability. A contract must be agreed upon by two individuals which they cannot fight against as the soul inflicts an equitable amount of psionic energy to each other. What would seal a normal human would not seal Lucifer thus the contract seals them in a way that both of them need to follow it. If a human would feel a slight shock every time he doesn’t follow the terms of the contract, Lucifer might feel like he is getting struck by a meteor.

“Don’t forget that we signed a soul contract for this. You’ll pay a heavy price if you break the agreement between us.” Lazlo sneered. In fact, he had contacted a powerful person when he made the oath. The nickname of the other party was Soul King. Everyone would tremble at the sound of that name. Nowadays, many people liked to use a soul contract to restrain the other party. Indeed, this method was very effective in restraining both parties. For this reason, a new field emerged—breaking soul contracts! This new profession gradually gained popularity, and one of the most powerful practitioners was Soul King. As long as the right price was paid, there was almost nothing he could not crack.

“Sign it and be mine.” Kai looked at the contract, at the list of demands, at the impossible rent amount. He looked at Victor, at the raw, undisguised hunger in his eyes. He knew he should run, that this was madness, a one-way ticket to hell. But as he sat there, his body still humming with the memory of Victor’s touch, his ass still throbbing from the spanking, he knew there was only one answer. He took the pen Victor offered, his hand shaking, and signed his name on the dotted line. He had just sold his soul. And as he looked at Victor, at the triumphant, predatory smile on his lips, he knew he was in for the ride of his life.

I didn't have the luxury of saying no, not when my grandma's life is waiting on the other side of my signature. “Where do I sign?” With the weight of the pen heavy in my hand I signed the contract boldly, selling my soul to the devil.

If I want him to comply with me, I can only desperately implore him to release Stellan from his grip. “Please, Aster, I beg you, end the contract and free him from this torment." Aster bursts out laughing, his mocking amusement reverberating through the chamber. "It appears that you fail to grasp the severity of the situation," he taunts. "Stellan has already sold his soul to me. The moment I choose to depart, he will die instantly, for he will no longer possess a soul."

Her feet drummed on the moving pad beneath her as she came to a realization that she signed her Death Contract because she had long ago annihilated her self-esteem. She let others push and pull her through life and she had let Brayden do the same. Even though she had told him no she hadn’t expected him to actually take no for an answer. And her response of declining his offer was more of a gut reaction that she would have instantly shoved back down into the corner of her caged off soul.

Something that might have been anger or pain or both twisted together. "Because marriage is legal ownership," he said quietly. "And I always own what I buy." Then he was gone, leaving me alone with a contract that felt like a death sentence and the sound of my mother's bedroom door opening upstairs, her slurred voice calling my name, asking if I'd picked up her prescription yet. I picked up the document with shaking hands. Seventy-two hours to sell my soul. I wondered if it was even worth that much.

A mighty sigh escaped my lips as I put down my signature, finalizing a contract with the beast. My eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down even more. “I just sold myself to the devil,” I muttered.

“I’m afraid he won’t agree to that. Even if he somehow reluctantly agrees, I would still have to worry about him turning traitor, and I dare not use such a servant.” “Don’t you know that there’s such a thing called Soul Contract in this world?” Alex was taken aback. Then, a realization came to him. According to the Ultimate Book of Medicine, a Soul Contract was a contract used to restrain others. Once the person who had been restrained had the desire to kill the contract owner, the contract owner would feel it immediately, and with just a single thought, the contract owner would be able to control the life and death of the one restrained. It was very oppressive and domineering!