I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

she'd willingly walk to him, and let him ruin her. She knew it was time. Time to let the whole world know that she already belongs to the devil. Time to let them know that the phrase 'sold your soul to the devil' is real in human terms. But in her case, she didn't just sell her soul to Drexton... She gave her soul to Drexton. Her devil. James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

But he only smirked and said, “Beg me.” 'Jerk', I thought. He was more a devil than an angel! His coy, his tricks, his teasings… definitely, he was the real demon in the house. Nevertheless, I was a desperate girl in need. And so, I sold my soul to him. Well, not entirely sold my soul. But a little bit like selling my soul. Anyway, I begged him with my quivering mouth, “Please…”

Ryan stammered in disbelief. "Yes. Sell your soul to the devil son.i can control over your life and not only your life, Sarah must also sell her soul to me, otherwise, you will never see Sarah again, I will return her body and her soul will be lost forever and you will die in the woods, your carcass will be eaten by wild beasts. Trust me, you don't want that to happen to you and that is if I will let you leave here alive in one piece. No one sees the devil and walk away without paying a dear price." Lucifer said with a wicked grin while messing with Ryan's senses. Ryan thought for a long time. He was so helpless now, hw was in the middle of the devil and the red sea. He was in a situation wh

Jolene cried, trying to get away from him but he didn’t give her a chance to do so. She fucked up! Jolene knew that she had sold her soul to the devil and now he’s not letting her go.

I had gone to my father; the man I had spent a lifetime running from. “Get her out,” I had begged. “Do whatever you have to do. I’ll give you anything!” “Anything?” my father had asked. “Yes.” “Then you come home,” he had countered. “You hang up the white coat. You take your place as the CEO of Ballard Electric. And you marry the girl I choose for you.” I had sold my soul to the devil to buy her freedom. And now, the devil wanted to collect. "I remember the deal," I said quietly.

Not exactly … but we nod quietly, like kids listening to a bedtime story we know will end badly. “I thought I was the luckiest man alive,” he says, voice softening for a moment. “Dream job. The best wife a guy could ask for. Prettiest little baby girl you’ve ever seen.” His eyes glaze over, staring into the dark bottom of his glass like it’s a window into the past. Then his jaw hardens. “But seems luck comes with a price.” Doesn’t it always? “Turned out,” he continues, voice lowering as if afraid the walls might rat him out, “I unknowingly sold my soul to a bunch of devils. Instead of being an attorney for a big company, I’m now everybody’s private little cleanup boy.”

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

His frame towering over her. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger beneath her chin, lifting her head and her gaze to meet with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Scott said, his deep voice low and menacing.