Novel & Cerita Fergus Sold His Soul

“You started all this and want to console me? Chairman Ferguson, don’t you think that you’re too full of yourself?” “Hmph! You have no other choice.” Old Master Ferguson was so sure of his plan, so he was straightforward. “As long as you return the emerald pipe to me, I’ll stop the online crusade against you. I can even make you a manager in one of our subsidiaries under Ferguson Corporation so that you won’t starve.”

"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.

“You can't pay three million dollars for PUSSY.” I didn't know if demarketing myself would make him want me less, but it seemed as if he didn't care. “See to it that the girl gets to my car, unharmed.” The Dark lord said completely ignoring my outburst. "We had a freaking deal," I screamed at Antonio. "I was going to pay you off and get my freedom." I screamed even louder at Antonio as tears threaten to fall from my eyes, meanwhile he smiled as if he just won the lottery. Of course, he did; the fucker just gained three million dollars for doing nothing.

He only looked startled, like he’d expected me to beg or scream or bargain. “Where is your home?” he asked, voice careful, like he was stepping on glass. “I— I thought you were a rogue when I found you. We pull rogues from the borders all the time.” He paused, and there was a hard little catch in his throat. “The doctor… he said something about your blood. Lunaris.” The name punched the air out of me. Lunaris. Even hearing it from his mouth felt like someone reading my life out loud. He knew. He knew I had nothing left. He knew there was no waiting mother or brother to come fetch me.

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.

A single tear left me, and I dropped to my knees begging. “Take her!” He gave his orders and they began to drag her away. Her screams were like a thousand knives to my flesh, seeing her struggle despite being weak and wolfless was like reliving the incident from eight years ago. “I’ll go in her place!” The words were out before I could think better of them. Silently, but firmly I repeated. “Sell me instead for your coins, use me, but please leave her alone, she’s all I have.” “Sybil, No!” Marylin yelled.

“I know you can… feel it. I can not survive… this” Arthur tried to shut her up with his fingers. However, she has to say this. “ I will soon… leave as I can feel… our bond breaking. However, do me a favor…my love”. She let her now weak eyes roam to where the body of her brother Drew was lying, lifeless. Arthur, already understanding what she meant, immediately refuses, shaking his head. That was a risky practice that had long been forbidden.

I hadn't noticed him before now. He was staring at me intensely, his dark eyes seeming to pierce right through me and into my soul and drawing me in. Unlike the other men, his expression was closed off. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. There was something about him… "15,000 pounds," he bid calmly. Gasps broke out from everyone present. I could see the old man glaring at him angrily. The trader couldn't hide his shock either. "15,000 pounds going once, twice…and sold to Alpha Darius!"

***** The cloaked man, Fergus, had made a deal that might break his connection with The Spirits, or mend the crooked for he believed in Elinor, the last were-witch, that she become their highness. Fergus believed there needs to be a change in their old rules that was made almost a thousand years ago. A change that will save Elinor from facing the same fate as the first were-witch to exist, Judas. Although he had long been defeated by the love of his life, Esmeralda, the terror when Judas was still alive and reigning over every single kind of creature still lingers around in the back of their mind. Even Fergus, hearing Judas' name still had an effect on him. It makes him go into freeze mode,