Making A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

As I began to flip through the pages, I almost immediately realized that the 'deal' I'd entered into with the man was much more that I'd bargained for. I fell against the counter, my legs shaking. "Fuck you. Fuck you, asshole." I had to be hallucinating. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. After reading voraciously for several minutes, I tossed the contract onto the table, hissing from the rage that was all encompassing. This wasn't just a deal with the devil. This was giving him my life for several months. The caveat? If I followed the contract to the letter, all my sins would be absolved.

With that, she turned around and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. Mr. Carter exhaled sharply, his mind spinning. He had just made a deal with the devil. And he couldn’t even bring himself to regret it. The game had just begun.

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.

"You may need to strike a deal with the devil along the way." I clamped my teeth together. Marcus was right. Making a deal with Axel would be making a deal with the devil.

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

I whispered. His smile would slice you to the bone. "Because you want it badly enough to say yes, and badly enough to keep your word. Because I saw you walk in here three hours ago looking like somebody had destroyed your whole world, and I thought, maybe there. Someone who sometimes knows the only way to go forward is by making a deal with the devil." "You think you're the devil?"

“Fine, now on to more pressing matters.” “What could be more pressing than convincing your grandfather to like me?” “Discussing the terms of our new contract.” My heart jumped in my chest, “I did not agree to a change. I assumed you were very drunk when you made that offer.” “You were mistaken, and I’m very sober now.” I rolled my eyes, using the gesture to mask my nervousness. “We can both agree we didn’t know things would and could get this intense between us. The potential was there, but I obviously doubted your appeal. The contract can be amended.

“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.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

Conrad said with a small pleasing smile appearing on his face, "I was worried that woman took away my brother's ruthlessness, but I guess she will be the one to bring out the devil in you," "I don't want him dead; you can send some men to torture him, but you must ensure he doesn't know who is doing this to him, like a subtle warning so he knows better to stay away from my wife. I have any problems on my mind for me to think about a man trying to take Lindsay away from me," I turned on the swivel chair to look out the window. "I suspect that my intuition about Lindsay cheating on me might be true."