I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

Only now did Henry speak. “Perhaps the longing to see my mother was so great that I sold my soul to the devil. I realized I made a deal with the devil and I was disgusted with myself. I asked him when he could let me see my mother again and he promised that as long as I could wait for him on the night of the full moon and do what he asked, I would get to see her. ...

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

He blinked a few times, his eyes coming back to normality as he eyed me in confusion, "Yeah, I remember that. What does that have to do with this?" "I changed my mind. I'd sell my soul to the Devil if he would grant me immortality. That way we could be together till the end of time and neither one of us would have to go through the heartbreak of death. But that's impossible and you will go through that so it's better if we just live in the moment for as long as the moment lasts," by the time I was done tears were streaming steadily down my cheeks. My breathing was shaky and my heart hurt.

They were stolen from me. " You have no right to judge me. At least I sold myself to a man. I might eventually get freed. What of you? You sold your soul to the devil. Who is going to save you?" I question with every atom of strength within me. I am so sick and tired of him talking to me like he is God or something. " Well I didn't have a choice. Some of us aren't heavily gifted like you, men don't drool at our feet and we can't get every good thing by just being pretty" He adds in rage

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

Collins was staring so hard at me waiting for me to get talking. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself on the seat "I'm sorry I didn't get the last thing that was said" I felt ashamed of myself. "Of course, I'm not sure you got anything that was said here today," he said to me, he was so upset and I knew this because of how red his face was and his tone. "Am I paying you to sleep?" No, but I couldn’t help it since you guys were so boring, I thought. "No sir, I'm sorry that happened, I promise it wouldn't happen again" I was on my knees now and crying fully, I couldn't afford to lose the job I just got, and to make things worse it was my first day.

And yes, maybe he was naïve to think he could save her soul, but he’d damned well try until the day he died. “I need an hour,” Cassandra said. “Yes, as always.” She assured the police chief of his payment. “The north side of the marina.” She waited then nodded. “Yes.” She hung up and looked at Vance. “Stop looking so worried, I gave up my spot in heaven a very long time ago.” She smiled at him. “Vance, I made peace with who I am.”

“No, no, I haven't taken anything. You can continue coming here, of course.” “And if I don't sign the deal?” “By tomorrow morning the world will know Thorn's real name, and face.” I bite my lip hard till I taste my blood. On one hand, this is everything that I want. On the other hand…that payment clause haunts me. The last thing I want to do is become Charles. But if this is the price to pay to escape him… Seraphina was right. The Devil was expensive…and I was foolish to think expensive only related to cash.

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