Devil's Contract Novels & Stories

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

I twitched at the touch. Dante smiled and continued, “Mr. Johnson has been out of state for the past three days, so that's why you didn't get to sign your contract yet. But now he's back, and he's here to process the contract deal. So you'll be signing your contract right away.” Dante was smiling suspiciously as he spoke. I almost felt like something dangerous was centered around this whole discussion. But I couldn’t say anything. I could only swallow hard. After all, I was the one who agreed to the deal—to sign the seven-day contract with him. And if I successfully lived with him for seven days without turning gay, then I’d get to leave this house with whatever amount I wanted.

“Fine, now on to more pressing matters.” “What could be more pressing than convincing your grandfather to like me?” “Discussing the terms of our new contract.” My heart jumped in my chest, “I did not agree to a change. I assumed you were very drunk when you made that offer.” “You were mistaken, and I’m very sober now.” I rolled my eyes, using the gesture to mask my nervousness. “We can both agree we didn’t know things would and could get this intense between us. The potential was there, but I obviously doubted your appeal. The contract can be amended.

Three question marks popped in her head as Nina picked up the contract, glancing at the sentence written in bold. BE THE CEO’S LOVER OR PAY 100 MILLION DOLLARS FOR DEFLOWERING HIM. 100 million dollars? Was his virginity made of gold? However, the contract had a clause. None of the parties is supposed to fall in love with each other during the period of their ambiguous relationship. All Nina wanted was to graduate college peacefully. However, with her mother still out there to exploit her, she had to ensure her safety to avoid all her underhanded schemes. In her greatest despair, Jayden was her only hope, so she agreed to be his kept woman.

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?

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Not yet anyway. We pulled into Club Diablo and I put the car in park. I look at her and can tell she has heard of the place. The most exclusive club in Dallas, mainly only demons and other supernatural beings visit. The few humans allowed in either never leave or leave knowing all their dreams are about to come true having sold their soul for one thing or another. Humans souls aren’t hard to get anymore, everyone is desperate for something, fame, fortune, love. All we have to do is promise it will be theirs. We never lie when making a deal though, it’s against the rules. When we promise to give them everything they ever wanted we always follow through. The problem humans don't consider is wh

A look that says you just fucked up, bitch. Laurel casts her face away from the preying eyes on her. She stares outside where a bird perches on a rooftop. She observes it as it flaps its wings before lifting off the top again. “Laurel.” The faded voice calls her again. She turns swiftly towards them. “We had a deal.” “No, you made a deal. You work with the agency, don't you? It was all part of the plan. To get me out, then send me back to hand my father to you.”