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

,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.

He seemed to have just realized that he had underestimated this lady. His eyes trailed to the person who had sent him a thumbs down, only to see her quietly sucking on a stick of sugar with a bored expression. “Devilish” He cursed in his heart. Their eyes met briefly, and she smiled and mouthed, “Your head”. He didn't understand what she meant, but that was until Crystal sauntered forward, doing a high jump from her steady position, and threw him a perfect back leg kick on the head. The guy seemed to have seen stars in broad daylight. He stumbled forward and backward, trying to regain his footing.

I asked, providing a hint. I saw her frown, her brows scrunching up in confusion. I calmly watched her as various emotions ran through her face. Realization dawned on her and she immediately gasped in shock, then came the disgust . She quickly shook her head in disagreement, making me chuckle. It's useless shaking your head, baby girl. Even if you refuse, I will still have you. I tapped my fingers on the arm rest, waiting for her decision. "You want me to have a one night stand with you, just like those strippers and hookers? Impossible! I refuse! My body is sacred" she immediately shouted, her eyes blazing in protest.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“Fine, now on to more pressing matters.” “What could be more pressing than convincing your grandfather to like me?” “Discussing the terms of our new contract.” My heart jumped in my chest, “I did not agree to a change. I assumed you were very drunk when you made that offer.” “You were mistaken, and I’m very sober now.” I rolled my eyes, using the gesture to mask my nervousness. “We can both agree we didn’t know things would and could get this intense between us. The potential was there, but I obviously doubted your appeal. The contract can be amended.

"It's a deal, William." My hand slides around hers and static ripples up my arm. And since our deal gives me permission to be my typically ruthless self, I pull her up against me roughly, flattening her sweet little tits against my chest. "You just made a deal with the devil, little girl," I rasp, stooping down and throwing her over my shoulder. With her sputtering in shock, I turn on a heel and stalk back toward the open limousine door, already envisioning her in my home. In my bed. "No going back now."

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.

And as if sealing a fate, he spoke again in a velvety voice, his lips curled in a small smile. “Darling, you have been used by men who promised you heaven... how about making a deal with the devil instead?”

She came to me wearing a frown between her eyebrows. I showed her the picture from my phone, of us taken from across the street while I was putting my muffler around her neck. “Bloody— crap.” Her frown deepened. “Do you think someone can recognize me?” “I don’t think so. Only half of your face is exposed.” She read the headline aloud, “Is she the future Mrs. Shanewood or another victim of a devil’s promise? A devil’s promise? I can write a better headline than this crap.”

I whispered under my breath, pressing the heel of my hand against my temple. Stiles looked up from Mael, his brow furrowing. "Did you say something?" "No," I lied quickly, forcing a fake smile. "Just... the food is really good. Thank you." But it wasn't just a headache anymore. A sudden, violent wave of dizziness washed over me. The crackling fire in the hearth seemed to blur, the orange flames smearing across my vision. My heart began to hammer a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. It felt like my blood was slowly turning into boiling water.