Did The Weekend Sell His Soul Novels & Stories

“Oh good, you picked up! I’m sorry for calling so late, but I just found out that Adam is selling River’s Bend.” Joy sat up straight. Already in bed, she was typing at her computer, but she shoved the laptop off of her. “What do you mean he’s selling?” “Just that. The harvest was so bad that he feels like there’s nothing else he can do. But I think he’s doing it to punish himself. Joy, he read the retraction and your story. I know he did. He’s been a zombie all week. He knows he screwed up.”

He stepped slightly to the side, but stayed close enough that he could intervene if she tried to lunge at me. “I just wanted to come here and let you know that you can have all of them. Fabian, Reece, Mr. Raines, Max and all those other f*ckers my dad made me spread my legs for. Apparently I’m not good enough anymore and no one wants me, so my dad cut me off from everything. He can whore your ass around from now on.” She’s looking daggers at me. “WHAT?! Your dad sold you to all of them? Why would he do that?” I am so disgusted and surprised I can’t hide it or say anything else.

"I offer my soul, my heart." Alexander stared at him in shock for a moment; had he heard correctly? Soul and heart by default went to Heaven; selling it meant it went to Hell – forever – after death. Once spoken those words were binding and the deal could never be unmade; only transformed. He quickly got over his shock to claim the prize.

She’s telling me about her doctor visit—everything’s looking good, maybe even remission soon. I’m smiling, but inside I’m cracking. Because every day I spend with him, the lie gets bigger. And every night I sell to him feels less like selling……and more like giving away pieces of my heart I won’t ever get back. To be continued…

Icy voice cut through the air. Dead clear... The man leaned back in his seat with a evil look and victorious smirk on his face. Time for Payback.....! ___________________ The man sat there with a box of cigarettes. Lightening the seventh cigarette, he heaved a sigh. Oh Lord! forgive us for our sins...... Tears rolled down his eyes as he looked at his destruction. Only for few millions...... He sold his faith........ Only for few millions..... Few millions....... Sold my faith........ Sold........... The words kept ringing in his mind as he repented over his crime for which he knows he had to pay with his most beloved........

“Stella?” “Uh-huh?” I whimper. “You’re going to be making a lot of promises before the night is over. To me.” His middle fingers push through the cotton against my entrance and I jolt, thighs clamping together around his wrist. “Enjoy your last few precious minutes as a virgin. I’m ready to sell my soul to get my cock in here.” I search for my resolve, my willpower, and remember my plan. “You don’t have to sell your soul to have me.” I work my butt slowly in his lap until his teeth are clenched. “You just have to pass Western Civilization.”

Not exactly … but we nod quietly, like kids listening to a bedtime story we know will end badly. “I thought I was the luckiest man alive,” he says, voice softening for a moment. “Dream job. The best wife a guy could ask for. Prettiest little baby girl you’ve ever seen.” His eyes glaze over, staring into the dark bottom of his glass like it’s a window into the past. Then his jaw hardens. “But seems luck comes with a price.” Doesn’t it always? “Turned out,” he continues, voice lowering as if afraid the walls might rat him out, “I unknowingly sold my soul to a bunch of devils. Instead of being an attorney for a big company, I’m now everybody’s private little cleanup boy.”

He didn't finish the sentence, but the threat hung heavy in the air. He didn't look back. He opened the apartment door and walked out into the hallway. I heard him exchange a few tense words with Caleb, and then his footsteps faded down the stairs. I looked at the white chalk outline on the sofa where my father died. Then, I looked at the black burner phone sitting on the table. My father sold my body to Noah. And now, my brother was selling my soul to a gang war.

Holdings. Dante leaned back, nausea rising in his throat. Leonard hadn’t lied. His father had indeed sold his soul—or at least his family’s future—to save Dante’s life. Leonard wasn’t just a captor who appeared out of nowhere; he had been a predator feeding his prey for years before finally deciding to harvest it.

I swallowed hard. “How long do I have?” “At most… a week.” A week. My knees almost gave out. The doctor offered another apologetic look before leaving the room quietly. The moment the door closed, I sat back down heavily. A week. How was I supposed to find fifty thousand dollars in one week? Sell my blood? Sell my soul? I pressed my palms against my eyes, breathing shakily. Then…Buzz. My phone vibrated beside me. I frowned slightly. Unknown Number.