Novel & Cerita Made A Deal With The Devil

“You have my word. And my word is my bond.” He gave me a nod. “You have yourself a deal.” Little did he know that he had just made a deal with the devil. He would simply be a pawn in the game of revenge that was formulating in my mind.

In it, the man was said to be a great healer of himself and others, and after many years of this, figuring that what could give life would also be able to take it, he made a deal with ‘the devil.’” At this, my mouth twisted with scepticism, and my grandfather noticing this gave a dismissive wave.

I asked, providing a hint. I saw her frown, her brows scrunching up in confusion. I calmly watched her as various emotions ran through her face. Realization dawned on her and she immediately gasped in shock, then came the disgust . She quickly shook her head in disagreement, making me chuckle. It's useless shaking your head, baby girl. Even if you refuse, I will still have you. I tapped my fingers on the arm rest, waiting for her decision. "You want me to have a one night stand with you, just like those strippers and hookers? Impossible! I refuse! My body is sacred" she immediately shouted, her eyes blazing in protest.

“You’re the devil.” Her words finally make him smile, her heart stops, realising she agreed to give her life to the devil himself and that she agreed there would be no turning back. No way of escaping whatever pain he decides to inflict on her. How crazy is she? People talk about making a deal with the devil as a joke, a joke about people who are cruel and nasty. Never did she think she would actually make a deal with the actual devil herself. Standing, he nods. He knows now there is no way he can let her go, no way at all, so he has to try not to kill her. How this will work, he doesn’t know.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

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.

And as if sealing a fate, he spoke again in a velvety voice, his lips curled in a small smile. “Darling, you have been used by men who promised you heaven... how about making a deal with the devil instead?”