I Sold My Soul To The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Even after I’ve filled you three times today.” Adrian moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. His hole was slick and swollen, leaking Luca’s cum from earlier, but it still clenched greedily around his thick cock. Luca leaned over him, chest pressed to Adrian’s back, and bit down on his shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by the devil while the world hunts us.” “Yes,” Adrian gasped. “God yes.”

he says showing me where to sign. I look at him through my lashes and then back at the file as I sign the contract, sealing my fate. I know I'm making a mistake. There is no doubt I am but I have no choice. I have to do whatever it takes to survive. They did say the devil you know is better than the angel you just met. I put the pen down and looked at the contract. My name is written in bold letters at the bottom of the page. I gulp, why does it feel like I just sold my soul to THE DEVIL?

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

They could turn in hell right along with me. If anything, I’d ask the devil if I could torture them myself. Do some work for the devil himself. I’d already sold my soul. Sent others to him. Or would that bring me too much joy? That wouldn’t be torment. Not for me. You’d find me cackling along with the rest of the demons. Watching my father and brother break over and over again.

"Events, dinners, playing house. You signed up for this. Don't forget that." "Trust me," I said quietly. “I can’t forget even if I tried.” I shut the door between us and at last, at last, let myself shatter. I'd done it. I’d given up my soul to save my family. Now I only had to contend with the devil I’d brokered that deal with.

I never asked to be thrown into a kill or be killed world. An eat or be eaten world. I never asked for any of this to happen. But watching my father die in my arms… Caused something to snap in me today. Caused my heart to tear apart into millions of tiny shreds… Broken way beyond repair. Shattered way beyond mending. I sold my soul to the devil this day. The day that the only person I had left in this world… Was ripped away from me. Part of me wished that I was dead along with him.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

I asked, raising my voice. “Why would I tell you?” “Tell me, what game are you exactly playing at?” “Are you ready to make a deal with a devil?” “No. Never! I will never sell my soul or body to you.” “I don’t want your soul and body. I want something else.” “And you’re not going to get it!” “Do you think so?” “I won’t be playing along with your games…” “You already did.” My brows furrowed as confusion brewed within me.

It was like that of a crazed man. “Oh, angel,” he murmured, brushing my jaw with disarming tenderness. “You just gave your life to the devil.” This wasn't part of the plan. I was never meant to sell my soul. And the worst part? As my skin burned beneath his touch… some dark part of me wasn’t sure it wanted it back.