I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

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I didn't even realize that tears were glistening down my cheeks by now. After my prays didn't seem to be heard by god, I was getting more and more desperate. To me, each passing minute was like my time with my mom was slipping away from my hands and I felt so frustrated, so helpless that I couldn't do a thing about it. It was my last resort, if not only. I made a deal with devil.

“Don’t thank me. I haven’t done anything yet. Now—why did you summon me?” This was it. My once-in-a-lifetime chance. And I knew exactly what I came here for. “I want to sell my soul.” He burst into laughter. A devilish, echoing, bone-rattling laugh that filled every corner of the room. It was awful. But I stood my ground. I wouldn’t falter. “Puny human,” he said between chuckles. “Coming to a demon for help, offering your soul in exchange. Typical.” “I’m serious,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I’m willing to sell it.”

I was petrified by now. “Sir, she is my most prized possession and now, I’m handing her over to you. You can have her do whatever you may want to. She won’t complain. She won’t disrespect your commands. I’ve raised her well” my father completed. His words left my heart shattered to a million pieces. He was selling me. He did not even hesitate to give me away.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

"Welcome to the circus circle, Mr. Johnson." I looked at the devil's hand for a split second before forcing myself to take it. And that was how I sold my soul to the devil.

A mighty sigh escaped my lips as I put down my signature, finalizing a contract with the beast. My eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down even more. “I just sold myself to the devil,” I muttered.

he emphasized, and his words brought a shiver to my spine. Before I could ask any more questions, he decided to end the call, reasoning that we both should go to sleep, but how could I get to sleep when my mind was filled with Kian's images, along with the words that escaped his lips? "I am willing to sell my soul to the devil." That line kept running through my mind until I could no longer contain the drowsiness and eventually fell asleep.

It makes me want more. If there was a way for me to keep him, I would. I might even sell my soul to the devil if it meant that his grandmother would accept me. Accept us. I might seem to be brazen, but I am not. Trust me, I am not. But I already had a deal with a devil, and it turned out okay. Well, for now, at least. Because I know what I gave in return for this small piece of heaven I am experiencing. I just wish that when the time comes, my heart would be strong enough to mend all the broken pieces.