Made A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

"Why do you think I would be convinced? The moment your parents made a bargain, it had become sacred. I mean, it's basically a deal with the devil and you know there's nothing good that comes out if you bargain with the devil." "Please," she said and dropped to her knees. She never imagined this could happen to her. She never even thought it could be possible. Gods, the devil, the underworld, a slave to the devil--all of it felt surreal. And if she was still dreaming, she wants to wake up.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

But there was one thought that wouldn’t leave my head. I had made a deal with the devil. And soon, I would have to pay.

“Stop, please! This was a mistake. I only wanted a peck on the cheek!” He stepped back a little, scoffing in disbelief. “A peck on the cheek? What? Am I a kid?” Then his eyes glowed as if challenged, and he leaned in towards me. “You should know that the devil never sleeps. You can’t get away with a sneaky peck on the cheek. So the next time, don’t play with fire if you fear getting scorched.” He walked away towards the restaurant. “I need a drink.”

"I'll miss you more, Aria and this will always be your house. It always has been." "I know." I whispered and hugged him tight, forgetting about Xavier and his deal for a moment as I soaked in the warmth of his hug. —————————————————————————- The next few days passed by in a blur as I had multiple visits from Xavier's men who drove me to the mansion regarding the paperwork. He even arranged his legal advisor to help me understand the terms of the agreement. Meanwhile, I didn't spot Xavier around the mansion during my visits and everything felt so formal and cold. What did I expect? Roses and champagne to celebrate the deal with the devil? Of course, all of this feels cold as it should, just l

How different was he from any other man on this godforsaken planet? They were all the exact same. They made you feel special, they fed you fake promises and pretty illusions right up until the exact moment it was time for an actual commitment. When the Council pressed him, when the ancient laws were read, Riven had folded. He sat on his iron throne, looked at the wall, and threw me straight back to the monster who sold me. “Fucking Kaelen,” I thought, a fresh wave of violent hatred making my hands cramp. Kaelen had won.

And I stood there— phone still pressed to my ear— knowing with absolute certainty— that I'd just made a deal with the devil. Or something worse

“Temporarily. Long enough to sever his loyalty. Long enough to make him… moldable.” “And you want me to deliver this?” The third witch finally spoke, her voice rasping like dry leaves. “he trusts you. You’re family. We need you close enough to pour it into his food… or pierce his skin with it. Either way, he must ingest it willingly. Unaware.” Marcello’s eyes darkened. “You’re asking me to drug him” “We’re asking you to complete your end of the bargain,” the lead witch said sharply. “You said you wanted Dante broken. That you wanted to be more than his shadow.”

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.