Did The Weekend Sell His Soul Novels & Stories

"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."

Unstoppable. And in that moment, I knew the weekend had changed everything. Not just the retreat, not just the resort… but me, and him, and the quiet pull that would follow us long after the moonlight faded.

That woman wouldn't even talk to me, how the heck was I supposed to get her to give up her soul? "That's impossible." "The first deal still stands too, either way you do one of them and you get your soul back. You fail, you die." His eyes looked like there was fire burning beneath them, I had to tear my eyes away. "But--" I had so many protests but the Devil was already pulling up his hoodie and it might have been my eyes playing tricks on me but he seemed to be fading gradually into the night. "You have a week, Ruby Davies and no one makes deals with me and goes back on them, Belinda Johnson is about to learn that."

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!

“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…

“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.”

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.