I Sold My Soul To The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, let me break it to you. Even if I had to sell every organ in your body, it still wouldn't be enough to cover what you made me lose. Even if you had to serve me for a century, it wouldn't make a dent in my loss." I could feel the anger boiling inside me, fueling my words. "Then go ahead, just kill me! End this charade and be done with it. I won't sell my soul to the devil just to save my own skin." He let out a deep rumble, a mixture of frustration and amusement. "The devil? Don’t you think too highly of me, honey?" "I'm not afraid of you or death itself. Throw knives at me, feed me to your dogs, do whatever psychotic thing your vile mind comes up with, but I won't sign that stupid con

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

He asked with a creepy smile. Without waiting for her reply, he continued. “My ex-girlfriend loved gang-bang. So I threw her in the army to serve as a prostitute.” “On my 18th birthday, a woman drugged me and climbed on my bed naked.” He half laughed and looked straight into her eyes, shaking his head. “I didn’t do much. I have money, so I found an antidote. As for her…” He tilted his head to the side and smiled evilly. “I made her sleep with the dirtiest beggar in Kingstown.”

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

“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.

But I felt ashamed of him. Even though he felt insulted and hurt at first, I simply didn't care. And I'm glad I finally stopped it. Being gay or bisexual is a sin I don't want to add to my already long list. I'm a murderer and an evil man, I don't want to add sodomy that tempted the lazy God into destroying a whole city to the list. I know heaven is not for me, but I mustn't commit all the atrocities in the book.

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

“You don’t leave without telling me. You don’t answer unknown numbers. And you don’t forget who you belong to.” I laughed once, sharp and humorless. “I don’t belong to anyone.” His eyes darkened. “You signed the contract.” He turned to leave, pausing at the door. “Sleep,” he added. “Tomorrow, we start teaching the world why you’re untouchable.” The door closed. I sat on the edge of the bed, heart racing, and understood the truth too late. I hadn’t married a man. I had married a war.

The reality was suffocating. There was no escape. Not when his blood ran in my child’s veins. I had no choice. With shaking hands, I picked up the pen and signed the document. The moment my name was on the paper, Alexander's face had a grin, taking the contract like it was a prize he had just won. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. “Good girl,” he murmured. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I had just sold my soul to the devil, to a man I had a one-night stand with.