I Made A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

I gasp. “They looked like humans. But obviously, they were not humans. They were immortal, they fed on the blood of humans. And they could not be stopped, just controlled. Right then, I should have given up, but I wanted to try one last thing. I made a deal with the devil.” I squirm, leaning slightly away from him. He notices this, but doesn’t look upset by it. It’s almost like he expected this reaction from me.

“Sorry to break it to you, but I don’t have one. Na-da!” How did we end up here? That night, during my little stunt after my birthday party, we made a deal. If he could make me come in ten seconds, I would do what he asked me to do without question. I thought I just made a deal with the devil, and he won. Apparently, he knew me very well. He knew how to turn my body hot and explode into flames as I came.

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.

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.”

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.”

We'd walked into a trap with our eyes wide open, too arrogant to consider that a smaller organization might outmaneuver us. "Very clever," I admitted. "Set up a fake delivery, steal our merchandise, then demand payment for your own theft. I'm almost impressed." "Almost?" He reached into his jacket and produced a chrome-plated pistol that caught the light from my floor-to-ceiling windows. "Let me see if I can improve your opinion." The gun barrel connected with my cheekbone with enough force to see stars. Blood filled my mouth, warm and metallic, while pain exploded across the right side of my face.

“I need a mortal assistant. The rewards for your service will be great- I can give you anything you desire. Just say the word, Callie. Promise to serve me.” The gravity of the situation hit me full on like an asteroid. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks as I stared out across the thinning countryside, giving way to suburbs. Against my will or not, I'd made a pact with the Devil- “No, I'm not. I'm much worse.”

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

How different was he from any other man on this godforsaken planet? They were all the exact same. They made you feel special, they fed you fake promises and pretty illusions right up until the exact moment it was time for an actual commitment. When the Council pressed him, when the ancient laws were read, Riven had folded. He sat on his iron throne, looked at the wall, and threw me straight back to the monster who sold me. “Fucking Kaelen,” I thought, a fresh wave of violent hatred making my hands cramp. Kaelen had won.

He was towering over me, a smile had crept into his face and his gaze looked like he already knew everything about me from a piece of paper that his assistant gave him. He knows that I crave justice and desire fame. “Kill her, and I’ll make your dreams come true.” Dreams… come true. Those words alone made something within me ignite to the point that I found myself slowly nodding in agreement. “Perfect! It’s a deal then.” He stretched his hand to me and I shook it, even though at the back of my mind I couldn’t help but feel like I was making a deal with the devil.