I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

It makes me want more. If there was a way for me to keep him, I would. I might even sell my soul to the devil if it meant that his grandmother would accept me. Accept us. I might seem to be brazen, but I am not. Trust me, I am not. But I already had a deal with a devil, and it turned out okay. Well, for now, at least. Because I know what I gave in return for this small piece of heaven I am experiencing. I just wish that when the time comes, my heart would be strong enough to mend all the broken pieces.

"What...what are you doing here?" He met my eyes, searching, raking through the bottomless abyss that had become my soul. I had sold my soul to the devil a year ago, and I was still paying for it. "Tell me you cane looking for me." I had never heard his voice this vulnerable. Not even in that car, not even when he had realized I was his mate. Not the night before I walked into that engagement. I swallowed, then started to walk past him, tears filling my eyes. His hand wrapped around my arm, stopping me in place, his eyes slowly meeting mine.

he shouted. "I had no choice, brother! I just had to do something... She did not deserve what happened... It was my fault, Kaz and I had to fix it, I just had to." "And now you have sold your soul to the devil. Those evil rich bastards are not your friends, when you collect a chicken from the devil he takes a full person in return. You did not think about the family, did you?"

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.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

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.