How Do You Make A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“How do you know about the deal?” I could tell that question had been at the tip of his tongue all this while. “I read your lips,’’ I confessed. “Hmm–’’ he sniffed again and I shivered. “You want me to turn down five hundred million dollars for a flimsy hope of you making more? I don’t think so.” “No, I want to make a deal with the devil.” He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “A deal over a deal? Since you’re so confident, here’s my deal. Make me six billion in six months? That's the only way I won't sell you off.”

Try not to miss me too much before then. Arrogant bastard. But as I stepped into the elevator and watched the doors c lose on Salvatore Tower, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just made a deal with the devil himself.

I threw myself directly into his path, my hands coming up to grip his rigid, unyielding shoulders. “Look at me,” I pleaded, forcing a layer of false, intense desire into my hazel eyes as I looked up at him. “Forget the window. Forget the storm. You said you wanted to claim your investment tonight... so claim it.” Dante went completely still. His silver eyes locked onto mine, searching my face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade. The tension in the room was suffocating, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Right outside the glass, Julian was one shadow away from a bullet, and the monster in front of me held all the cards.

She has just made a deal with the devil. "Sure, my poker queen,"

As he walks away, I can't help but feel I just made a deal with the devil. ***

,she said, ignoring his previous question. Xavier frowned. Making a deal with the devil was never a good idea. The devil was cunning, abusive and had a sugar tongue. He would turn every deal he made to be in his favour and wouldn't care who got hurt in the process. Xavier knew this, yet he was curious to know what deal the devil wanted to make. "What deal?",he asked finally. Hades smile bloomed into a triumphant smirk. "How far is your progress with getting the girl you desire?",he asked casually.

“You’re the devil.” Her words finally make him smile, her heart stops, realising she agreed to give her life to the devil himself and that she agreed there would be no turning back. No way of escaping whatever pain he decides to inflict on her. How crazy is she? People talk about making a deal with the devil as a joke, a joke about people who are cruel and nasty. Never did she think she would actually make a deal with the actual devil herself. Standing, he nods. He knows now there is no way he can let her go, no way at all, so he has to try not to kill her. How this will work, he doesn’t know.

And I stood there— phone still pressed to my ear— knowing with absolute certainty— that I'd just made a deal with the devil. Or something worse

I am not that kind of girl. “Aimee, just tell me for fuck sake”, he says, slamming his hands on the table making me jump. I look at him, telling him I don’t want his money and that I will figure something out, but Alec walks towards me and bends down, looking into my eyes. “I’ll make you a deal”, he says, and I frown, looking at him. Why would I make a deal with the devil? Why would I make a deal with him?