I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

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 .

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

I asked, raising my brow in confusion. "yes.. yes..." She replied, looking excited. "huh..." I took a deep breath and then began, "I somehow wasn't able to go back to the other world, and my soul used to wander around, then one day, a man caught my soul and then made me his slave. He always made me do the evil things and that is how I turned into a devil from a simple wandering lost soul." I told her, flinching at those terrible memories. "Slave? were you happy to be his slave?" She asked such a stupid thing, really who becomes someone else's slaves happily and then kills dozens of people.

Their message was clear: You are mine. If I had known what was to come after making all those empty voice, if I had known the dangers of this pact I made here today, if I had known I would be suicidal after selling my soul to this devil today, then perhaps, I would have taken off when the thought first occurred to me. But I didn't just become suicidal. I fell deeply in love with my biggest mistake. And I paid for it.

My nails rip at my holder's sleeve, but it only tightens the grip. Zeus steps closer, towering over me. "You’re quite the little firecracker, aren’t you? You’ll do nicely at the auction." "FUCK YOU." No, no, no, no. I know what happens at those auctions. I don't want to be one of those girls. The fear of being raped and tossed around like a doll flares through me. "Oh, yes, someone definitely will. You’ll be sold to the highest bidder. Consider it… a new chapter in your life."

I stood, brushed away an invisible lint from my shirt, and walked towards her. I crouched down in front of her and took a strand of her chestnut brown hair in my hand, playing with it. "Coraline, Coraline, Coraline, aren't you tired of calling me the same three words every day? You're starting to lack originality. Your material is old, stale, and honestly a little bit boring. Yes, I am a monster, I'm the devil, I'm a demon. I'm Satan. I'm your worst nightmare but what are you going to do about it?" She said nothing, frozen in place, horror filled her irides terror shook her shoulders. Realization finally sank in her bones, she had made a deal with me, she had sold her soul to the devil.

I had completely paralyzed him. A smile finally appeared on my lips as confidence began to return to me "How do you think I managed to escape from you? And why do you think I was with the Black Magic Devil in the first place?" His eyes narrowed more and more with every word I spoke, but I continued while grabbing whatever piece of cloth I could find on the floor to cover my body "He granted me the gifts of black magic... in exchange for surrendering myself to him for one night." I lifted my gaze directly to his before adding with deliberate coldness, "I sold myself to the Devil."

“... I will never hurt you. No matter how much I think about it... the only obstacle I have right now, is Collins. The devil and I made a deal. I traded my soul for my revenge to be possible. For my plans of getting back at my enemies to work out, I bargained with the devil...” I moved my head to the side and I almost collided with his lips. He grabbed the bannister, grunting as he shot his load into me.

the auctioneer said, “is an asset with confirmed operational success in extraction, infiltration, and destabilization. Proven adaptability under extreme pressure. No confirmed employer. No official record. A ghost.” A pause. “Bidding will open at four million euros.” Ayla’s spine went rigid. She didn’t need to ask. She knew. They were selling her. The first bid came instantly—a curt nod from the two-fingered man. Then a languid raise of the paddle from the woman in silk. Another followed, this one from an unseen corner—paddle number nineteen—its holder hidden by the angle of the room. The numbers climbed. Five million. Six. Seven.