I Made A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“You are definitely not my type.'' He added those words with all sincerity in him, while I rolled my eyes and looked away. “Send your details, I'll send the money to you.'' “I will take the money after the deal.'' I replied. “Very well then, see you in two weeks.'' He said and moved away from me, He gave me a quizzical stare before leaving the room. I sighed in relief and lay on the bed. I just made a mistake, a terrible mistake, and I knew it. I had just made a deal with the devil, and I knew I was going to pay for it. Tiredly, I forced myself to sleep.

"I don't deserve you being this understanding." "Maybe not." I managed something close to a smile, small and tired. "But I'm done spending my life waiting for the world to hand me what I deserve. I'd rather choose what I want instead." "And what do you want?" I looked at him for a long moment, this man who'd been called the Devil by everyone who thought they knew him, who was, underneath all of it, just as broken and just as desperate to fix what had been broken as I was.

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.

"Because I'm hard for you." "This is a devil's bargain," she mutters. I lean my face down, kiss her jaw, cup one heavy breast with my free hand, weigh it like I wanted to from the first moment I saw her naked. I rub her pussy. "Are you going to come on the devil's hand, then?" I ask. She fists her hands, punches my chest. It doesn't hurt. I wonder if she meant for it to. Probably. It's quiet, the only sound that of her wet arousal.

The devil is evil; he will try and trick me “Uh Ah, now, now we don’t want that kind of thinking do we, I’ve introduced myself, very politely actually and seeing that we have had this converstaion a million times before, i I haven’t ripped you apart, even though I do at times hate you. I’m here to offer you a deal. Well more to the truth, you can’t get out of it, but I always like to promote a bit of choice.”

I whispered. His smile would slice you to the bone. "Because you want it badly enough to say yes, and badly enough to keep your word. Because I saw you walk in here three hours ago looking like somebody had destroyed your whole world, and I thought, maybe there. Someone who sometimes knows the only way to go forward is by making a deal with the devil." "You think you're the devil?"

“Don’t make me come here to get you myself.” I stood there frozen, my heart doing wonders with its escape tactics. I had just walked into the devil's den and made a deal with him. And right now, it seems he isn’t done collecting whatever he needs from me.

However, Luca’s next words bring me back to the scene. “I have a deal for you..but in exchange, you’re going to be my mistress.” Those words, those exact words and that glint of hope in drunk me’s eyes. They would become the reason for my problems. “You’re lucky. A deal with the devil is what you need right now.” What? Devil?