Making A Deal With The Devil Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

“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.

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

I open my eyes the moment I hear my mobile ringing. And he wasn’t there anymore, where the hell did, he go? Did I really just kiss a demon? My head starts to spin as slowly the things started to sink in. I just made a deal with a demon, sold my body to him, and I freaking nearly made out with him. Okay, hot but still a demon, what the hell is wrong with me. And the guy- demon then just disappears on me. As if real humans retaliating wasn’t enough.

“May I ask why, sir?” I pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. The flame casted a faint glow on my fingers before I snapped it shut. Taking a slow drag, I exhaled before answering. “I’m about to give them a gift.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “A token of my secret alliance with them. Like a truce.” Me making a deal with them? Yeah, that’s bound to raise some eyebrows. “A gift?” he finally asked, careful with his words.

And now… Richard. He had made a deal with a devil. And he wasn’t sure who was burning faster—him or the people around him.

I say, my eyes resolute. For a moment, he seemed surprised, doesn’t move but he quickly recovered. Then a slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Wise choice," he murmurs. I swallow hard, ignoring the uneasy feeling twisting in my gut. I have just made a deal with the devil. But perhaps… a devil was exactly what she needed. And there is no turning back.

If this is the only way to make Blake and his family pay for everything I’ve been through, I’ll take it with both hands. “I… I accept.” I whispered. When he turned back to me, the smile on his face wasn’t supposed to be handsome at all. But chilling as it was, it was devastatingly handsome. “Good choice, Scarlett.” “I have conditions.” I blurted before thinking. Because when making a deal with the devil, you have to be wise enough to give yourself some wiggle room, And I definitely just made a deal with the devil. His smile broadened. “Oh? Let’s hear it then.”

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

However, Luca’s next words bring me back to the scene. “I have a deal for you..but in exchange, you’re going to be my mistress.” Those words, those exact words and that glint of hope in drunk me’s eyes. They would become the reason for my problems. “You’re lucky. A deal with the devil is what you need right now.” What? Devil?