I Made A Deal With The Devil Chapter 19 Novels & Stories

Jonathan's pictures flashes before her eyes, she is beginning to see the devil himself. Emery pulled out her suit and handed it over to Camila, “I hope this helps,” she sighed. “About the prenuptial contract, I didn't —” Camila didn't want to hear any word of it, she raised her hands interrupting Emery's sentence, “It's all over, I won't marry Darren.” Her heart wrenching smile made Emery sad. “He never loved me, I had grown with this impression that he loves me, it seems he had been manipulating me from the very beginning.”

With that, she turned around and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. Mr. Carter exhaled sharply, his mind spinning. He had just made a deal with the devil. And he couldn’t even bring himself to regret it. The game had just begun.

three seconds. Then, came the sound of footsteps. Calm, measured, and authoritative. Approaching the living area. Ezra turned toward the sound, and in that exact moment, his entire body froze. The Devil's Deal A tall, powerfully built man stepped out from the adjacent room. A custom-made black suit hugged his well-proportioned frame flawlessly. He had a sharp, symmetrical jawline—the kind of face that looked almost too perfect to be real. However, it wasn't the man's striking looks that left Ezra speechless, but his eyes. A pair of dark, sharp, and icy eyes that felt capable of stripping away and reading Ezra’s deepest secrets in a single glance.

But still he talked about me! "Well, maybe not fondly, but I'm still curious. You seem to have caught his interest in a very peculiar way." "Probably because he thinks I'm stupid for making a deal with him." I shrugged and picked the champagne bottle. "More?" "You made a deal with the devil? I would turn back if I were you. No one, no one wins against Diavolo. Especially not an ordinary girl like you." He shook his head and held up his glass. "Well, there's about to be someone." I smiled as I poured him champagne, but my words didn't seem as sure as I wanted them to be.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

And together with Levi, we made our way to the basement were the torture chamber is. Levi and I when to the torture chamber were Marcus was bounded to a chair and a cloth was tied over his eyes. I signal to one of my men standing and he removed the cloth from Marcus' eyes. Immediately the cloth was removed, Marcus began to tremble when he saw me. I smile in satisfaction as I move closer to him. The closer I get to him, the more terrified he becomes. Good! He should be scared because today he is going to find out why I am called the Devil Alpha.

I went to the room where I set up as the office and got to work, I had a contract to make and I needed to think deeply before writing anything. I spent two hours in my office making the contract that would change my life forever, I reread it over and over again and was satisfied with the outcome, I immediately emailed the contract to my lawyer to go through it and do all things necessary. I went to bed smiling because I knew the reaction I was going to get the next day concerning the contract will be funny.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

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