I Made A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

I stood, brushed away an invisible lint from my shirt, and walked towards her. I crouched down in front of her and took a strand of her chestnut brown hair in my hand, playing with it. "Coraline, Coraline, Coraline, aren't you tired of calling me the same three words every day? You're starting to lack originality. Your material is old, stale, and honestly a little bit boring. Yes, I am a monster, I'm the devil, I'm a demon. I'm Satan. I'm your worst nightmare but what are you going to do about it?" She said nothing, frozen in place, horror filled her irides terror shook her shoulders. Realization finally sank in her bones, she had made a deal with me, she had sold her soul to the devil.

I thought I had it all planned out. I thought I was going to bury the bond and make them feel helpless? But why was I the one feeling helpless instead? Why was the rejection void? It wasn't until something jolted back the memories of that first night that I realized I just made a deal with devils. “ Once you are ours, you are ours for eternity."

***CHARLOTTE’S POV*** This time, my eyes turned pleading, but he only answered with a devilish smile. It was as if he was reminding me that he had already warned me—once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no going back. But I hadn’t made any deal with the devil. I had given myself to Alexander Vaughn. And right now, he was showing me there was no difference between the two. “Turn for me,” he commanded.

I open my eyes the moment I hear my mobile ringing. And he wasn’t there anymore, where the hell did, he go? Did I really just kiss a demon? My head starts to spin as slowly the things started to sink in. I just made a deal with a demon, sold my body to him, and I freaking nearly made out with him. Okay, hot but still a demon, what the hell is wrong with me. And the guy- demon then just disappears on me. As if real humans retaliating wasn’t enough.

“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.”

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.

No greeting, just straight to business. I didn't reply to him, knowing he was having fun. He soon sent another message. The Devil: I am glad you made the right choice. I look forward to this collaboration. The terms and agreement are still the same. All you need to do is take your time to read through it. The deal was done. I felt like I sold my soul to the devil to gain wealth, or did the devil always have it in his hands?

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

Grey an d I look real, I'll have to be doing what I just did almost everyday and in tenfold. What have I gotten myself into? I made a deal with the devil, and now I have to live with the terms.

In that moment, it felt like I was staring into the eyes of the devil himself. And in the moment, I was willing to make a deal with the devil. “Fine. Make me forget."