Making A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”

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. ***

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe was past the point of being intimidated. She shrugged, as casual as could be. “You’re definitely not an angel anyway. You’re a devil.” She paused, leaning in close to his ear to whisper, “A lustful, perverted devil.” “...” Apparently, he had been too easy on her, because this little brat was getting way too bold. Aaron didn’t say another word. He turned his attention back to bathing her, focusing on every detail with cold precision, but he refused to look at her. No matter what she said, he gave her the silent treatment.

***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.

three seconds. Then, came the sound of footsteps. Calm, measured, and authoritative. Approaching the living area. Ezra turned toward the sound, and in that exact moment, his entire body froze. The Devil's Deal A tall, powerfully built man stepped out from the adjacent room. A custom-made black suit hugged his well-proportioned frame flawlessly. He had a sharp, symmetrical jawline—the kind of face that looked almost too perfect to be real. However, it wasn't the man's striking looks that left Ezra speechless, but his eyes. A pair of dark, sharp, and icy eyes that felt capable of stripping away and reading Ezra’s deepest secrets in a single glance.

He looked at me somberly and suddenly dropped to his knees. "Katrina, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have trusted you." I looked at Aaron coldly. "What's the point of apologizing? Would it bring my mother back to life?" I continued, "Since you keep thinking that I'm an evil person who would destroy your company and ruin your darling Rachel, fine. I'll fulfill your wish. I can be even worse than what you think." Then, I took out my phone and found the video I had taken of him and Rachel doing the nasty in the morgue next to Dad's. I sent the video to my family group chat, showing them that they could still get "in the mood" at Dad's funeral.

In that moment, it felt like I was staring into the eyes of the devil himself. And in the moment, I was willing to make a deal with the devil. “Fine. Make me forget."

“We will have her reeled in soon.” His eyes lit up once again, his lips curving up in a big smile. “Are you sure about that?”, he asked and reached out for the TV remote control close to him. He pressed a button and an obscene video played out on the screen. A woman was seen making out with two other women, The faces of the two women were blurry but the first woman’s face was as clear as day. It was the woman in front of him. Seeing the video, she sobbed. It was a deadly reminder of the deal that she had made with the Devil.

This was a deal with the devil, and there would be no turning back. But she had no choice. She couldn’t afford to hesitate, not when so much was at stake. “Agreed,” Ashley said, her voice steady. “We accept your terms.” Nikolai’s smile returned, cold and calculated. “Very well. Then we have an agreement.” As they shook hands to seal the deal, Ashley couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a pact with the devil himself. But there was no time for second thoughts. They were in too deep, and the only way out was through.

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”