Did The Weekend Sell His Soul Novels & Stories

Cindy was detailed to help him, so any problems she had with his schedule would be self-inflicted. Because of the Christmas season his next flight out had to be adjusted, it would be later, and would last two whole weeks instead of the usual one week. But on the upside, he would be home for Christmas. Also, there was a policy shift, there would be no attempt to sell product on Sundays, that was too much "money changers in the temple." Instead he would show up and just say hello, maybe mention to the preacher the most meaningful sections of the sermon. Later he could use email and the company web page to sell; the softer approach had to work better. I mean, who ever heard of a church not invi

The man scratched his head awkwardly before responding, "Look. We only had a verbal agreement, and someone came along offering a higher price for it. I'd be a fool not to sell." "To whom did you sell it?" "It doesn't matter who bought it. Even if I told you, there's no way you could afford to buy it back." Chloe grew angry, a displeased look flashing through her eyes. "Tell me." The man looked at her, his expression filled with helplessness. "It was Exotic Star who purchased it. And now that I’ve told you, there's still nothing you can do. They probably already had the pieces refurbished and altered."

It was insulting, but more than that, it was sad. I leaned forward, mirroring his posture. "That is a lot of money, Rigoberto. It really is." A flash of triumph crossed his face. He thought he had won. "So, we have a deal?" "I would be selling my soul for a bank account," I said, my voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Barnabas didn't just cheat on me. He dragged my name through the mud. He did it in front of everyone, over and over again. You think three hundred million makes up for that? You think I care about a title in a house that feels like a prison?"

Besides, I didn’t even have a good plan yet to start thinking about a rejection. I had zero strategies and my allies are just….there. “Ariana?” He called again. “It’s not like I’m not happy, I’m just confused. You shouldn’t have sold it, the only reason I wanted to sell it before was that I was desperate.” “And when I tried selling it and Damian was making sure to frustrate my efforts I just lost interest and gave up. How did you even manage to sell it?” I questioned rubbing my forehead. “I really don’t understand you right now but for your information, I sold it at an auction in the ShadowCreek pack, that’s why I haven’t been home for weeks, I was trying to do this for you.”

” One night for a hundred thousand dollars. I sold my soul for a chance to save her. I was just nineteen. Broken. Desperate. My mama’s life was hanging by a thread in a hospital bed. The bills suffocated me like chains. I went to that club because my friend said someone there could help. I hadn’t known who he was then. Just a man with eyes like storms and promises that felt like salvation. It was just one night. One mistake. One heartbeat that changed everything. But fate is cruel.

"Dad left a note before he died. He said it was his fault and that he lost the ticket himself. What happened five years ago had nothing to do with my mom!" One of the influencers jabbed a finger at me, unconvinced. "And what about today? She did this one herself! It's all on camera!" Wesley still positioned himself between me and the crowd. "My mom's getting older. Maybe she's just not... thinking clearly anymore." Then, he turned to me, pleading. "Mom, who did you sell the ticket to this time? Please, just tell me. If you do, I'll let it all go, everything before and everything today. We'll still be a family."

“I’m so sorry. I-I just assumed that that’s why you---” “Didn’t want to go out with you? No, that’s not it,” I cut her off again, forcing my body not to shake in anger. “Our deal is still solid, I’m just busy. Please, excuse me!” I spun and stormed back to the pack house. Our deal? Hell, the day I’d made that fucking deal, I’d known I sold my soul to the devil! I knew it then, but I hadn’t cared. Now, I could only regret my actions…

My soul was already in his pocket. I could feel my heart in my throat, no—I was unable to breathe. Not because of how I was going to repay back to him but because I'd agreed to this. And... my soul. Wait... Have I really sold my life to him and would end up like that tattoo shop owner? Fucking hell!