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

And now… Richard. He had made a deal with a devil. And he wasn’t sure who was burning faster—him or the people around him.

When I was with him, the world burned hot and fast, and I could feel myself losing pieces of who I thought I was, falling deeper into something I'd never experienced before. Lachlan was watching me closely, those intense eyes of his dark with anticipation, as if he could see the warring thoughts playing out behind my eyes. His fingers grazed my jawline, sending a shiver down my spine, the ghost of a touch that made it all too easy to forget the weight of this decision—a decision I had to make now, here, whether I was ready for it or not. Finally, I took a breath, steadying myself. "You're asking me to make a deal with the devil, Lachlan," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but it was s

I sat and stared at Balor as he leaned on his desk, placing his hand under his chin. "You promised me a favour, and now that I've completed my end of the deal, it's time you complete yours." I slipped back into my favourite mask and nodded, not really knowing what else to do. Because I had just made a deal with the devil's brother-in-law, and I could only pray to Terra that it wouldn't cost me my life. "Of course," The corner of his lip tipped up in amusement, and my stomach flipped as my nerves set in. Not that he could see it on my face as I steeled my expression, but something told me he still knew I was on edge.

“But know this—I won’t be a pawn in your game.” “Of course not. You’ll be the queen. Now, why don’t you have a seat?” he gestures to the chair across from him, the flicker of interest in his eyes undeniable. As I leave the restaurant, my heart races. I’m exhilarated and terrified, knowing I’ve made a deal with the devil, but it’s a deal I’m willing to make to reclaim my life and my company. The anger that fueled my determination still burns within me as I step out into the busy streets.

I dropped the heavy-looking but light book on a table and turned to the first page, the effect making me sneeze loudly. Covering my nose I tried to dust it and saw neat handwriting. As I flipped through the pages, the handwriting got messier and messier. It was harder to depict what this X person was trying to say. I went back to the first page and read it. ‘I did it. I made a deal with her. I’m not sure I did the right thing. Wolves that have made deals with demons had never ended well but I know what I’m risking and I have to do this. I was terrified when I heard of my ailment. The doctors told me there was no saving me but this demon promised me life. I don’t know what type of life but as

I mumbled angrily, flickering my gaze to his moist lips. He ignored my angry mumble, his smile dark and dangerous. "Listen V...." He brought his lips next to my ear "When you think clearly about the situation you are presently in...." He whispered softly but I knew the danger coming wouldn't be so gentle. "You won't have any choice than to make that deal with this devil" I shivered involuntarily at the firmness in every word, especially the last two words 'This devil' He is the devil and he knew that.

Avery’s eyes burned as she crushed one of the notes into a ball. “He’s officially the worst human alive. He actually typed that garbage out himself? You’re sure?” I nodded weakly. “He said he wrote every word.” Avery spat the words through clenched teeth. “Unbelievable. Fvcking bastard. He’s not even human. He’s worse than the devil.”

Hard to read. A man who might sell me. A man I might need to make fall in love with me. I look away and stare ahead. I don’t know which one is more dangerous. The black market… or him.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”