Fergus Sold His Soul Novels & Stories

My only friend who still thought my life was normal. I hit call. It rang once, twice. Then her bright voice filled the speaker. “She picked up fast. “Zoe? Holy shit, it’s been weeks! Where have you been?” “I can’t explain everything right now,” I said quickly. “But listen, my stepdad sold me out. For his debts. And now I’m married to the man who bought me.” There was silence. “What do you mean ‘sold you out’? Zoe, what the hell is going on?”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Fergus's voice was low enough for Luther to hear. “Who could it be? Tell me.” Luther couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice. He would relish tearing whoever it was, from limb to limb while they begged for mercy. “Me,” Fergus announced, his voice devoid of any emotion. “What?” Luther wore a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, brother. But I have ambitions.” Fergus replied before plunging a syringe into his stomach. It contained enough silver and wolfsbane to weaken even the strongest of wolves.

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?

Regan asked, watching Benneit's face. "We don't know each other, but according to my father, you are a very good person. And I felt that way the first time I saw you." Regan sat casually on a chair beside the bed. "Besides making you like this, Fergus has also ruined my girlfriend's life. And now he's after Dad's company. Greedy and psychopathic people like Fergus couldn't be paralyzed by just one person. I need your help. I need your testimony. In order to take Fergus down and put him in custody, I sacrificed my love. I have to hurt him and pretend that I don't love him anymore just to make this mission work." Regan sighed; somehow he couldn't stop talking and wanted to release all the burd

“ Then, let’s make a deal. “ Black with a serious but adorable look stated. Fergus smiled but deep inside, he wanted to run away and go to his wife. He wanted to locked the door and be with her sleeping wife for the meantime, in order to sniff her scent so that his headache will fade away. Damn! He used to be a cold-blooded Ceo with a highest rank in the whole country. He often let people bow to him by just glancing at them. But why does he feel that someone will control him someday? Not his son but his wife! **** A/N: Hello! I hope you like this chapter. Sorry for the short update. Thank you and love you all!乂❤‿❤乂(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

What was your wish? "I wished that you and I would no longer have anything to do with each other for the rest of our lives, and maybe the next." Finnegan was in so much pain that he couldn't hold himself up any longer. He fell on his knees and begged me, "Winnie, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. I'll even die if that's what you want me to do! Please don't give up on me, Winnie… You're the only one I have left!"

He was gradually losing control over his body. This time around, Casby coerced Sir Fergerson into this scheme under the guise of familial affection. Sir Fergerson had lived a life of integrity and honor. Yet, he ended up using such a conspiracy against his beloved descendants in his later years. Penny's gaze and her care for him that night were like poison torturing his conscience. However, what made him feel even guiltier was that he had to help Casby play out his little act. Casby's demand was simple—he wanted to take Penny away.

Fawkes looked at the black energy in the air and said with a panicked voice, "Now's the chance, Mister Svenberg! Revive quickly!" Fawkes knew that Svenberg sacrificed his soul and body to the God of Destruction. Fawkes also wanted to sacrifice his soul and body to the God of Destruction back then, but it was a shame that he was not a cultivator, so he could not do so.

Darryl and Ferguson hurriedly responded, and then they got out of the Compassionate Pagoda. "Hey!" Ferguson stopped Darryl and stared indignantly at him when they walked out of the Compassionate Pagoda. He was unable to contain his anger and hostility toward Darryl. "Who are you?" The first time they met, Darryl was trying to activate the teleportation gateway. Ferguson was sure that Darryl did not have the nascent soul at that time; he was obviously human. The second time they met, Darryl had a nascent soul, and he also became the servant that took care of the Spirited Fruit Garden.