Devil's Contract Novels & Stories

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

He let his anger define who he was and what he should be. “He is gone." I mumbled, still not looking at his eyes. I have seen it. That mark was in the archive of the palace. Even Connor once told me about it. “So you have a deal with the devil? ” I utter. But what is the difference between us? I also made a contract with a god. God and the devil? What is the difference? They are all immortals who possess powers. The power that no normal human can have. They live for eternity. Watching us mortals live as their source of entertainment in a world full of nothingness.

I thought to myself. “One day of pretense in exchange for an open cheque that would clear off my debts once and for all.” I contemplated for a moment, taking a deep breath, “I’ll do it…” I sighed. Mr Leonardo adjusted on his seat, extending a hand to me. I instinctively took the hand. As I shook Mr Leonardo’s hand, a smirk crept across his face and I instantly realized, I had just signed a contract with the devil. “Again, no one must know about this.” He said,

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

That is the price to pay for making a contract between the devil and the human. “Edga, if you can't kill him then the contract won't be fulfilled, you'll have to bear the cruelest price, you know that right? To be able to sign a contract with the devil, you sold your soul to me, don't you want to be able to take revenge? Respectfully you are also a poor girl who died for love, so I will help you see him off for a while.” Leo was about to get to his feet, and he smiled wickedly at Thomas and Edgar with eyes full of malice. Yes, this is the true nature of Leo, a cruel and sinister to the extreme. "No!" Edgar shouted, the sound so loud that Leo stopped, “I'm going to kill him with my own hands.

It was time for him to meet the rumoured devil and his men. “Wait, who am I kidding?” He laughed, “It’s not as if the devil will notice me even if I’m one of the strippers dancing on the pole.” Everyone knows the devil is a player, but no one has seen him with any woman. There hadn't even been a single scandal about him. It wasn’t as if Kon had seen him in person. However, the things he has heard about the devil were more than enough. He took a deep, steady breath before he entered the room.

he pressed, his tone a mix of urgency and disbelief. "I am simply saying that it is more of a two-way contract than a curse just inflicted," the devil explained, its words lingering in the shadows. The revelation cast a dark shadow over their understanding of Violet's affliction. "Either your friend ends the contract herself or... you kill your friend to end her misery." "A contract?" The word echoed through the chamber, a chilling realization settling over Ken and Emilia. The air seemed charged with an otherworldly tension as the implications of their quest took an unforeseen turn.

I will pay her bills and endure her feisty ass while protecting her. Then in return, her body will be exclusively mine to enjoy, devour and use as I please. That's all there is to it. No more, no less. This is just another business transaction and the terms of the contract can't be breached. Luckily for me, it won't be hard sticking to the contract since my heart is the legendary stone-cold heart of Las Vegas. I steeled my face feeling relieved now that I have gotten myself together. I walked into the room and grabbed the contract, walking calmly towards her.

King Oliver announced. “Devil Pact?” Lily asked with a raised brow. “Yes. Now, Evander Maclay will tell you about the Devil pact,” King Oliver proclaimed. Beside King’s throne a man was standing who came forward. He was quite old with thick glasses over his eyes. “A Devil pact is an agreement between a human and a Devil in which the two have to keep with the terms. Failed to do so can result in the immediate death of the human if he/she breaks the pact and if the Devil breaks the pact then he/she will be sent to Hell and punished there,” Evander stated.

He dug his fingers into the sofa cushions, his hips reflexively moving to meet Darren’s possessive strokes. The boundaries of the contract had dissolved. In the darkness of that private cinema, Ezra no longer cared whether this was merely a fifty-million-rupiah transaction. All he knew was that his body and soul were now entirely trapped within the devilish obsession of Darren Wijaya. The room filled with the sounds of friction and ragged breathing until they finally reached a shattering climax together, just as the ambient lights dimmed back to black. The Eye in the Dark Yet, behind the illusory beauty and burning passion inside the penthouse, a massive danger was lurking from the darkness