Romans & histoires Fergus Sold His Soul

Till death do us part? Hilarious if you ask me. I will never forget the day when my freedom was forcefully taken away from me the minute I said "I do." at the altar in front of dozens of eyes gawking at me...I was screaming my lungs out on the inside, wanting to rip my heart out. I lost everything, the reason to live, the reason to love, the reason to breathe. I tried, Jesus I tried so hard to end the suffering but it only made the situation worse to the point I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.

I'm no fucking rapist or a shitting Lecher. She was under my care now, the moment her fucking cunt of an Uncle signed that agreement she became mine permanently... Forever!. I didn't give Delvin all that money to assist him; i don't run a fucking charity organization. With the money, he literally sold her soul to me, yes her soul belongs to me. And I'll possess her more to my liking, cos she's a fucking weird girl, a puny naive girl..... that's so fucking attractive. If it weren't for the fact that he asked that I return his nice back to him, i wouldn't have given a damn fuck about his Fucking Casino. I wonder what the motherfucker invested the fucking money, well it ain't my fucking busines

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

they said, though their voice quivered. “Ready?” one of the Council members hissed. Their eyes glowed faint red through the shadows of their hood. “Do you even understand what you lost?” Avery’s stomach churned. “I… I tried. I hesitated, yes—but he begged me. I—” “You hesitated,” the chorus repeated, rising in a wash of overlapping tones. “And now he is gone. Do you know what the consequences of lost souls are?” “I—no—but I—”

And now Richard was dead. "Richard is dead..!", He repeated the words from his thoughts, and nodded his head in amazement. Soon the smile departed as he stared at Fergus, and noticeable to Fergus, he pondered for a second what thoughts resided in his head "Of what use are you to me now..?", Fergus heard him say with his eyes placed on him. "Please..", Fergus began pleading, "I beg you with whatever you hold sacred. Don't kill me..", he said with his head bowed down towards him.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

“Glee Deadmond died in the river fifteen years ago, thanks to you.” “True enough. I entered her body and seized title at the precise moment of her passing. Didn’t have much of a choice. But you and I are of the same blood and marrow, child. Never doubt that. I’m known by a thousand different names, yet our spirits are forever grievously intertwined. There is something of the night about us both.” A noise of smacking lips came. “Nasty business, last time, out by that river.” “Yes.” Katie shuddered inwardly. “How are you, Del?” she said, careful to exhibit no fear. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“You’ve lost your mind. I’m her father. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.” Eva stared at him, then said coolly, “You better hope so. That girl’s been through hell already. Especially after she gave you her bone marrow.” Silence. Thick. Instant. My father blinked. “What the fuck are you talking about? It was Gia who donated. We all saw the odds. One in a million.” Eva let out a humorless laugh. “Jesus Christ. You really are delusional. Serena was your match. It was her marrow that saved your worthless life.”