Made A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

The business deal must have been huge. “Let’s get some drinks.” Olive hadn’t let my hand go, dragging me towards the bar. “And we’re gonna get drunk tonight.” “I heard you the first time, Olive, and maybe hook up with one of these boys.” The last part was a joke. I hadn’t signed the agreement with Mad, but I felt like I was already cheating on him, coming over here to have fun and flirt with guys. “Wew. Now, we’re talking.” She laughed, bumping her arm against mine.

The risk, the annoyance, the sheer absurdity of my demand. “Fine,” he bit out, the word sharp and final. “But you follow my lead. You do exactly what I say. And you never, ever mention this... arrangement... to anyone. Understood?” I could only nod, my heart hammering a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. I had done it. I had made a deal with the devil. **************************************

***CHARLOTTE’S POV*** This time, my eyes turned pleading, but he only answered with a devilish smile. It was as if he was reminding me that he had already warned me—once you make a deal with the devil, there’s no going back. But I hadn’t made any deal with the devil. I had given myself to Alexander Vaughn. And right now, he was showing me there was no difference between the two. “Turn for me,” he commanded.

He was towering over me, a smile had crept into his face and his gaze looked like he already knew everything about me from a piece of paper that his assistant gave him. He knows that I crave justice and desire fame. “Kill her, and I’ll make your dreams come true.” Dreams… come true. Those words alone made something within me ignite to the point that I found myself slowly nodding in agreement. “Perfect! It’s a deal then.” He stretched his hand to me and I shook it, even though at the back of my mind I couldn’t help but feel like I was making a deal with the devil.

"How long have you been watching me?" "That's three questions." He sounded smug. "You broke the deal." "I don't make deals with criminals," I said. "I make arrests." He smiled in the dark. "Relentless. Is Paul an ex? A fiancé?" "None of your business." "You used to be with him." The words were more statement than question. "I didn't say that." "He broke your heart." "As if." I scoffed. "You broke his." "You don't get to narrate my life, Santiago." I rolled my eyes. "And again, this isn't your business."

“Willing. Dressed in what I provide, I also want proof that she is who you said she is. And I’ll let you breathe.” He nodded so fast it made him dizzy. “Yes. Yes, I’ll make it happen. I swear.” "If she is who you said she is, then I'll give you fifteen million to cut off contact with her". His eyes widened with greed. I leaned down, grabbing him by the jaw. “If she cries,” I said, “I’ll send her back in a box with your name carved on the lid.” And just like that, I made a deal with the devil. But I didn’t care.

We'd walked into a trap with our eyes wide open, too arrogant to consider that a smaller organization might outmaneuver us. "Very clever," I admitted. "Set up a fake delivery, steal our merchandise, then demand payment for your own theft. I'm almost impressed." "Almost?" He reached into his jacket and produced a chrome-plated pistol that caught the light from my floor-to-ceiling windows. "Let me see if I can improve your opinion." The gun barrel connected with my cheekbone with enough force to see stars. Blood filled my mouth, warm and metallic, while pain exploded across the right side of my face.

she said, voice low and dangerous, “you can’t have it. Not yet. Since I’m still planning to kill you.” Finn’s lips curved into a wolfish grin. “Want to make a deal?” he asked, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her close. She felt the hard bulge pressing against her belly, his intoxicating scent filling her senses, setting her heat and desire ablaze. “A deal with the devil sounds tempting if…” he paused, glancing down at his harness and back up at his eyes, “I get your life.” He tilted her chin, pulling her closer until their faces nearly touched. “You can’t kill a devil, baby girl,” he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing.

Intense blue eyes drilling into my gray ones. He whispers against my lips "And every night I want you ready for me. Because that sweet flesh between your legs is mine. And I will have you." I chocked on my breath. "Do we have a deal?" My freedom for my body? Oh well. He is my husband anyway. It would have been unavoidable. "Yes. Deal" I swallow as we shake hands. He releases me and I stand to my feet. As he walks away, I can't help but feel I just made a deal with the devil. ***

Ariella sat on the edge of her bed, her hand still shaking. She had just made a deal with the devil. And somehow, deep down, she knew — there would be no turning back.