Did The Weekend Sell His Soul Novels & Stories

"Your savior." "What the hell do you mean by that?" I wanted to laugh at his ridiculing subject but I was too damn afraid to be laughing my ass right now. His eyes never break with mine and as my eyes travel down to his lips, I remember the faint kiss that woke me up the last, last night. I know I am damn- stupid to be thinking about that right now. "You sold your soul to me before you died." This time, I laughed—hard. What is this comic shit that he is talking about? I watched how Johnny, the ghost rider, sold his soul to the devil, but that is a movie! "You are funny. You think I am going to believe that?"

My hands were shaking so hard I couldn't get the key in the ignition. I pulled out my phone. I unblocked a number. Not Evans’s. I typed a message to Atlas Thorpe. Me: I’ll be ready at 7. I hit send before I could vomit. I had saved Evans. I had saved my scholarship. But as I looked at the black screen of my phone, reflecting my own tired, empty eyes, I knew the truth. I had just sold my soul to the devil. And the devil wore a varsity jacket.

she whispered. I shook my head, and she huffed out a sour laugh. “The Duncans.” She bit out the name. I turned my head to face her and saw her grind her teeth. “Did you know that her father literally sold his soul to the Chinese?” My eyes widened. “He… um… what?” She moved her chair closer and lowered her voice as she spoke. “I heard that Gregory Duncan was on the verge of bankruptcy about twelve years ago. Then someone from the Triads made him an offer. From that moment on, he was that boss's bitch.”

"Wake up Camila. I overheard Father talking to a strange man about you." Camila eyes blink open, "What do you mean." She sat up right facing her little brother that was on his knees. "Yes Camila, I over heard them making some deals concerning you. Father plans on having you auctioned." Dante report had sent cold spikes down her spine, her soul and her heart. She could hardly believe it. Camila knows Father has become more complacent, spending all his money on alcohol, drugs and gambling brothels. But she hadn't guessed father will be so cruel as to selling her to an unknown stranger just so he could pay up his debts. Tears gush out of her eyes.

"Tell him your self, and uh, Sarah dinner is ready" "Already had dinner" I replied " Well goodnight" she said and exit the room. I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, then I thought about the bar, I just could not believe that my uncle is a human trafficker. Who knows how long he had been into this business, how many girls he had sold, I was pretty sure he made good money from selling those girls, I remembered my mom had once told me that Delvin was ready to sell his soul to the devil just to get money, and now I would have to get used to what was going on, I snarled in disgust as I thought of his inhumanity.

There was a pounding in my ears and an inferno of heat washing through me as he said, “Let’s try that again.” Once again, he pulled the safety down, but like a desperate, scared fool, I blurted out, “I sold it!” He paused. “Say that again?” “I sold it!” I sobbed, feeling myself crumble, “I swear to the goddess I sold it. If you want the money, I can give you the rest of it. It’s more than half of what I made, but I already spent a lot of it. I swear I’m not lying, I sold it! I pawned it! I didn’t want you bothering me about it anymore, and I can’t drive. I swear to you, I don’t have it anymore. I’m not hiding it anywhere!”

Stop playing with me_ _I'm not. I swear on my Mathematics finals_ _OMG, you're serious. I'm so happy for you_ _Guess what?_ _You're finally going to take my advice and get a boyfriend?_ _Ewww, no. I don't want a boyfriend. Not yet_ _Err. Ok what?_ _Mom says YOU can go with us_ _Millie, this joke is really expensive, like fr_ _I'm serious. Do you want to go?_ _Is the sky blue? Of course, I want to go. But, I don't have money and stuff_

“And you don’t have enough blood left to afford that.” “Oh, I’ve already lost everything,” the man replies. “My daughter. My freedom. My future. What’s a little more pain?” Lucien leans in, close enough that their faces are inches apart. “You sold her,” Lucien says. “You don’t get to pretend you lost her.” The smile falters, for half a second. Then it’s back. “And yet,” the man says softly, “you’re the one tearing the world apart because she’s gone.”

But anyway, they advised me to burn incense to drive away the evil spirit though, but that was too damn useless because the last time I tried to exorcise our house, it was me who passed out instead. Bruh, I myself was an evil spirit too, so no thanks. And here I am this foggy afternoon, walking my way towards the cemetery gates of Cashmodeus because Briar wanted to conduct a serious meeting. Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me.

Who wouldn’t know the surname ‘Lincoln’ in the business industry? His name resonated even when they were even before. “You know what, you can come here every weekend. It’s not that you’re forcing yourself to come here after work. Look at you. You really look like a mess,” said Zoe. Helios grinned. “You mean a handsome mess?” She rolled her eyes balls. “Have you eaten?”