Novel & Cerita How Do You Make A Deal With The Devil

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used

REX'S POV I stared at her in shock as she suggested the ridiculous idea that she will dare to defy me. This little fox is something else. I began to laugh because of the naughty look of victory that filled her face. "Sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to eat and run, so wipe that naughty smirk off your face. Playing tricks can only end with one thing; your death. Don't take my efforts to be kind to you for granted, otherwise I will dish out your just desserts to you. Besides, no one can hide from me on the surface of this earth. You can run, but hiding is impossible. You will never be able to outrun your shadow, no matter how hard you try. So baby girl, I'm trying my best to make you happy and

I still had to figure out what I want in exchange for giving them the antidote. I am the devil after all and I don’t do things out of the goodness of my heart besides making a deal with the devil is bound to have one catch or the other.

Immediately she put on her spiritual mode. Clasping her palms, she chanted. “My dear Lord, I promise to behave myself, cause less trouble, do well in exam and-and... I won’t drool over hot boys. But in return, please keep that devil away from me. Just this one year. Please~,” This was what she’d ask for every year on the first day of school. The trauma she had gone through three years ago was enough to put her through hell and she would trade anything and everything as long as it would guarantee her safeguard from a certain someone.

“Temporarily. Long enough to sever his loyalty. Long enough to make him… moldable.” “And you want me to deliver this?” The third witch finally spoke, her voice rasping like dry leaves. “he trusts you. You’re family. We need you close enough to pour it into his food… or pierce his skin with it. Either way, he must ingest it willingly. Unaware.” Marcello’s eyes darkened. “You’re asking me to drug him” “We’re asking you to complete your end of the bargain,” the lead witch said sharply. “You said you wanted Dante broken. That you wanted to be more than his shadow.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

The risk, the annoyance, the sheer absurdity of my demand. “Fine,” he bit out, the word sharp and final. “But you follow my lead. You do exactly what I say. And you never, ever mention this... arrangement... to anyone. Understood?” I could only nod, my heart hammering a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. I had done it. I had made a deal with the devil. **************************************

I was so ready to make him pay for ever trying to play this dangerous game with me. "Excuse me," I said briefly to the two investors I was discussing a major acquisition deal with, and walked toward the balcony. They called and tried to follow, asking about the deal structure, but I was already gone. I couldn't concentrate anymore on whatever financial structure they were offering. My focus had been violently wrenched away. When I got to the balcony, it was nearly empty. Only two girls were standing there, smoking some nasty-smelling herb, but they quickly left when they saw me, scattering like frightened mice. They looked genuinely scared.

The 48-hour clock had just been accelerated. “They’re here,” he said, voice steel. “For the documents. For you.” Elena’s heart hammered as she grabbed her robe. The real contract had bought them time, but time had just run out. Footsteps and shouts grew louder in the hallway outside their fortified door. The devil’s protection was being tested, and the monsters at the gate no longer cared about old blood oaths.

That woman wouldn't even talk to me, how the heck was I supposed to get her to give up her soul? "That's impossible." "The first deal still stands too, either way you do one of them and you get your soul back. You fail, you die." His eyes looked like there was fire burning beneath them, I had to tear my eyes away. "But--" I had so many protests but the Devil was already pulling up his hoodie and it might have been my eyes playing tricks on me but he seemed to be fading gradually into the night. "You have a week, Ruby Davies and no one makes deals with me and goes back on them, Belinda Johnson is about to learn that."