I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

As we pulled away, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to sign my soul away to the devil. ---

His men tried to attack but my men already surrounded them. "The tables have turned Mr Rankins" I stood up and strodded around him. "I wanted to sell the drugs to you at such a fair price and you dared to get upset, but now....... I've decided to double the price " I stood behind him and brought out my gun from the back of my pants in a swift motion. "Tell one of your useless men to get the money or I would have to redesign these walls with your blood," I said in a cold demonic tone that bounced off the dark cold walls.

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used

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.