Devil's Contract Novels & Stories

“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.”

He wanted to earn a lot of money and stand on top of fame, so he made a contract with the devil. The artist killed his wife in this gallery in exchange for that contract. When the police entered, he was frantically calling out the demon's name with a bloody knife in his hand. He said that it was the devil that made him do it. It was said that he had a conflict with his wife early on, so he killed her. Demons were just excuses.

“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

I had chills run down my spine, sensing the danger and feeling terrified all the way. This was the price of making a deal with a devil. I would be bound in body, soul, and name. It was as if surrendering everything to him. "Your contract... sounds as though I am shackled to you forever, no matter if I don't breach this," I said, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice. Finally, Lucretius lifted his head. His eyes caught mine, and the dangerous stare of a predator was enough to shake my whole being.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“You would like that, wouldn't you?” Peach broke into a tiny giggle before she could help herself, but it didn't take long for her to pull herself together again. “Hey, stop joking around and tell me why you're acting weird.” “Well–” Mia dragged her back away from the door, and went to sit on the bed. “I have a contract with the devil.” “Duh,” her nose flared at the obvious being pointed out. “Many people who work here do. What has that got to do with anything?”

All I saw was fear and a nod that only means this was the only option. I was devastated, shattered in spirit and right this moment, I just wanted to faint for a long period of time and when I woke up, all this would be a nightmare; one that I will try to forget. I was so immersed in my emotions I didn't realize the devil was behind me. I turned abruptly as he slowly leaned towards me. “If you agree to be my pet for a year, then you and your father will be free" The devil whispers coldly, with his eyes full of desire.

“From my observation, you do not want to get your hands dirty and involve yourself in this dark world. So, I came up with an alternative…” “What alternative?” Kira took out a paper from her pocket and handed it over to Rebecca. Rebecca on the other hand was tempted to ask if it was another game, but she was patient enough to read through the paper. “A contract?” “Remember some days ago we made a bet?” Kira asked. “Ummm, yes. It was about Mrs Olivia. I promised to do whatever you wanted me to if you find out the reason she gave me those scars, and you promised to do what I want if it’s the other way round.”

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.