I Sold My Soul To The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

My hands were shaking so hard I couldn't get the key in the ignition. I pulled out my phone. I unblocked a number. Not Evans’s. I typed a message to Atlas Thorpe. Me: I’ll be ready at 7. I hit send before I could vomit. I had saved Evans. I had saved my scholarship. But as I looked at the black screen of my phone, reflecting my own tired, empty eyes, I knew the truth. I had just sold my soul to the devil. And the devil wore a varsity jacket.

“But what I’m offering you is the future. Power. Revenge. Me. Take it all… or walk away right now and see how far you get.” Oren stood still, the locket, hot in her hand. She was trapped in the castle of the devil who had murdered her mother. And the worst part? A treacherous, broken part of her still wanted him. Even as she burned with rage and fresh hatred.

“Tell Lorenzo I need his help please.” “Casper’s sister? You sure?” I nodded. “Please hurry up,” I begged him. He was still wary of me but he agreed and closed the gate in my face. A few minutes later, the side gate was opened again and this time, the devil himself came out. I opened my mouth to speak but my voice was drained. I was talking but I couldn’t hear myself because my ears were ringing and before I knew it, the world was getting darker and darker as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

”And of course you told him no. “No mamma, I said I’d think about it, and I have made my decision. I will do it. It was pure luck that I was in the office when he came up with this plan, mamma we should be glad that it was me. We can help everyone.” “I refuse to sell my daughter to a –a-an egomaniac”

The night just gets worse and worse, I thought. Isadora despises my drinking habits. I wasn't an alcoholic; I just had a low tolerance for alcohol and would pass out after two shots of tequila. In terms of wine, I'd have to raise the bar a little higher, which was exactly what I planned to do. But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out.

I state with a smile wondering how the hell I really did get my dream come true. I have to confess, it is a lot to take in. The drugs in my system have mostly worn off making all of this feel even more real than before. Nothing is clouding my mind and I’m well aware I’m entering a life into a type of hell. Selling my soul to the so-called devil for a chance to live my life with the man I love, and one where my parents don’t have a say in my life. Yeah, it’s worth the deal with whatever devil runs the underworld that Shane lives in.

He turned his head to one of his men, and the man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a tablet, handing it to me. I took it, my trembling hands as the screen vibrated to life. And there she was. Becky. She was tied to a chair, her skin deathly pale, her eyes red with fear. "Patrick," she whispered. My heart shattered. I glared at Victor, my body trembling with rage. "You bastard." He smiled. "What's it going to be, Patrick?" I took slow breaths, the walls closing in. I had no other option. "Fine," I whispered. Victor's smile grew even wider. "Good decision." I swallowed my pride. I signed away my freedom. And in that moment, I knew. I had just sold my soul to the devil.

“You’ll play the picture-perfect wife, happy and loving in public. And after a year, I will set you free with $10 million and a lifetime of health insurance.” He looks at me without a hint of emotion, waiting for my reaction, possibly for me to counter or say something in protest. But I’m already sold. It’s not like I have a lot of options. This is the best choice I have. Yes, I’m that desperate. “Fine.” I write my name on the dotted line and hand the pen back to him. This is it. I’ve sold my soul to the devil. Mr Everhart takes the contract from me and eyes the document before tucking it in a briefcase. I watch him, speechless.

Something in my blood caught fire. I gave everything to this man once. Years of my life. My body, my youth, my wolf beaten down into silence, my whole self folded smaller and smaller to fit the space he allowed me. And I got back nothing but pain, and a sale, and a birth on a cold stone floor. And now he'd found me. Here. In the one place I'd started, just barely, to breathe. And he'd killed Brenna to make an entrance.