I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

It sends a deep, satisfied murmur through the crowd. When I look back at Sienna, she's staring at me wide-eyed. I wonder if she realizes she's hugging her arms to herself. We remain like this, me watching her, her watching me, as numbers are called out, and the auctioneer asks for more, more, more and soon, the red-head is going once, going twice, sold to the dirty old fuck in the corner. "Lucky man," I say, swallowing my whiskey. “I'm going to be sick,” she says.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

“ I feel like when it comes to the body and soul, you can't draw a time limit to when you will get to own yourself once again. A decision that entails the body and soul is not something that just comes and goes. It's something that will change your life forever. Let's say for example, you keep hitting a person for years, even when that person comes out of that situation, he'll never really get over the fact that he was getting hit. Even if he heals and tries to move on, he'll always remember that experience. I don't know if I'll be able to sell my body and soul for money cos I've not been put in a position to make that choice but I don't think it's something I want to do. It will definitely

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."

“You’re a clever one, Natalie. I’ll give you that. You couldn't just trust me! No! it'd cost you too much. It would mean you'd have to believe me, it would mean the life you know has always been a lie. It would mean bringing you out of your comfort zone and that isn't what you'd want is it? It would be too much for you to handle that's why making me to be the devil was so so much easier than accepting the truth. You play the innocent, the victim, all while sharpening your knives in the dark. “I am a victim!” she cried, her voice rising, desperation lacing her tone. “You bought me! You keep me here against my will! What do you expect me to do, just sit back and be grateful?”

I stiffened, my mind screaming at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting into his touch. And just like that, I knew—I wasn’t just signing a contract. I had sold my soul to the devil himself.

Mark asked quietly. “Why not?” Dante replied without looking at him. “She’s beautiful. Spirited. Stubborn. And she was sold to me. I don’t waste things I’ve paid for.” Mark’s stomach turned. “You think that’s all she is? Something to be used?” Dante met his eyes, and in that gaze, Mark saw the terrifying calm of a man who had never known powerlessness. “You think your guilt entitles you to a clean ending, Mark? You sold your soul the moment you let your wife hand that girl over to me. All you can do now is pray you can afford the price of redemption.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract. I have been sold to the devil.... I brought out my phone to call someone I could talk to . Josh will definitely not pick my calls. I decided to call my best friend. Hey bestie “ Jane yelled In excitement over the phone Jane has always been overly dramatic. “Bestie “ I called in a shaky voice What’s wrong she asked I explained everything I was going through in the hands of Rico, how he treats me like I had no feelings. I’m sorry best” I promise to come see you once I get the chance to .

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.

God, I want to kill him. My mom's voice comes again, she's a few steps away… “O-okay. I am-” I stop, the words too heavy to roll over my tongue. I suck in a deep breath when I hear my mom's steps outside the room, twisting the doorknob. “Yours.” The words finally escapes my lips, leaving a bitter taste. “Wise choice. I knew you’re smart, my Eli.” He compliments and that's when reality dawns on me. I think I just sold my soul to the devil…