Life Dealer Novels & Stories

That woman wouldn't even talk to me, how the heck was I supposed to get her to give up her soul? "That's impossible." "The first deal still stands too, either way you do one of them and you get your soul back. You fail, you die." His eyes looked like there was fire burning beneath them, I had to tear my eyes away. "But--" I had so many protests but the Devil was already pulling up his hoodie and it might have been my eyes playing tricks on me but he seemed to be fading gradually into the night. "You have a week, Ruby Davies and no one makes deals with me and goes back on them, Belinda Johnson is about to learn that."

he added slyly and shot a cunning look at Susan, a look that appeared like he could eat her for dinner. " It's tasty " she responded, her expression stoic. " I'm sure it is " he said, widening the smile. " So where is the drop happening ? and who is the client ? " Sunday questioned. Spinning the seat around again such that he faced the monitor, he clicked and a name popped up, " A guy named George Achademsi, obviously an alias, but he's no geek in the game, George is a full time cocaine dealer and from what we have here, this isn't the first time they'll be doing business, " David responded.

H U N T E R J O N E S I had been playing pool for as long as I remembered. Why? Because I'm good at it and so is the money. Unlike Luc and Ty, I don't do MJ deals. Santiano has tried multiple times to recruit me, saying I have what it takes to be a good dealer, but I knew my life would be better off without it.

"Drugs are like a girl. You know it's bad, but still can't resist," said by Kyla's husband, or known as white-tiger mask. On Mr.Chwe Vernon's birthday, top investors, businessmen, celebrities and even politicians are invited. That very day is a great opportunity to drug dealers like Dylan, a Canadian man who married Celine's highschool best friend. Being one of the higher ups in HongYoonChoi organization is not enough for an ambitious and greedy man, hoping for more success even if he had to sell his soul to the devil. Criminals are demons, but he is way too far. He comes beyond that term.

“Ha-ha, you don’t, as long as I have what three quarters of the underworld wants, I keep on playing checkmates on you sons of bitches. Regardless of that, am a trustable business man and my reputation precedes me, besides you always know where to find me if things go wrong.” “Am sorry gentlemen, shall we begin the next game”, the dealer interrupted them, “lets place the bets as we continue with these candid conversation.” Deep down the dealer was shocked on what he was hearing. In these line of work he had heard about the most damaging conversations but this one felt off the grid. For whatever reasons, he assumed the merchandise must be a weapon of mass destruction. He was still new at the p

Just like he knew she was looking for him, he was there, leaning on a wall. “Alessa,” he called as he noticed her presence. As she got closer to him, she noticed he was holding an envelope too. “You got yours?” she asked as she got to him. “Yeah, a dealer.” he chuckled as he turned the paper to her. “All these muscles for nothing? All I have to be doing is dealing?” he scoffed and Alessa furrowed her brows. “I think there is more to that. Being a dealer isn't easy, a lot of shit happens and besides, you don't know what type of dealer you would be. It could be drugs, guns, humans.” Alessa said and he thought about it for a second and nodded.

He said curtly, motioning for me to follow him as he climbed the stairs. I had done my research. At least, as much as I could. Luca Moretti wasn’t just a wealthy single father looking for a tutor. He was a man whose name carried weight in whispers and shadows, someone who reportedly controlled a significant piece of the city’s underworld. And now I was walking straight into his home. The possibilities of what could happen to me were endless.

Now, the fourth rule in the contract makes sense. "Age: 19 y-year old." All the sins he committed I see as if it were my memory. From being a bitch daughter to a party girl, a drug user and a murderer. Damn this is too much! "Cause of death: Karmic Death." I almost fell because of that, fortunately, someone supported me. When I looked at it. It was Saint, the badass grim reaper is here. "Tss! Stop cursing me, continue that. Otherwise, she will escape and add to the list of Lost Souls." I did not even understand what she was saying but I continued. It has to end because my head will surely explode if not.

The dealership owner told Bob Joker with a deadly smile, and immediately handed over a plain white sheet of paper to him. Bob nodded as he often adjusted his white rimmed glasses anxiously, while he checked what's up on the list that he was given. "Wow! This is it." he exclaimed spontaneously. Just as he reached out for the paper, then continued, "Give me that and let me see what you've got on that death mission list of vicious killers. Hmm, very interesting! Cut throat, Bounty hunters, Desperado, Biking gangs, Vikings gangsters, Mugs, Street outlaws thugs, Nitwits, Dimwits, Mugstars, Judio executives; oh boy, this is excellent. It seemed like everyone is on the list... Serial killers, Home

We also needed a new dealer, seeing as the last one thought he had enough balls to shoot at me in public. Obviously, he hadn't gone and done it himself, he had hired some hitmen to do the job. Said hitmen had been beaten to within an inch of their life, their bodies hacked to unrecognizable pieces, important organs removed and currently enroute to a buyer because I sure as hell was going to make use of the opportunity that landed its fat ass in my lap, and what remained of their carcass was currently festering at the bottom of lake Michigan along with Pedro, my former dealer. I drummed my finger on the table impatiently, cracking my knuckles to get rid of the tension in my hands, the restles