Making A Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

As Rebecca's silhouette vanished into the shadows, the red dots on my chest flickered like a countdown to my doom. My mind raced, desperate and cornered. There was only one option left—one that could save me or damn me forever. I had to make a deal with the devil. The only question was... would the devil take it?

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Victor responded with a big smile. "Here, Miya." In her heart, Miya knew that if the demon could help her get out of this problem, she'd be happy to work with them. After all, they didn't know each other. All Damian needed was a child. Miya figured it wouldn't matter either way. That's what Miya thought after she'd signed her name where Victor had pointed on the contract sheet. "We'll be there soon, Miya. Do you still want to daydream?"

“You lied to bury me.” Amaiya hissed, “You abandoned me.” “I was taken,” he said simply. “And you made a bargain with the devil to hide it.” Rowan. The name hung between them like smoke. Amaiya backed away, her eyes glinting with fear or madness. “He’ll kill you all for this.” I stepped forward, fire burning faint blue across my skin. “No, Amaiya. This time, he’ll watch you burn.” Amaiya screamed, trying to summon power, but nothing came. The bond she’d used was gone with Rowan’s shadow.

I blinked at the screen, my brows pullin’ together so tight it hurt. “Deal?” I whispered, a breathless, disbelievin’ sound slippin’ out right after. “What deal?” Since when am I makin’ deals with the devil? Because yeah… that’s exactly what this felt like. A deal with a man Leo never ends well. It always came with strings, consequences, and somethin’ that’d wreck your peace before you even realized what you signed up for. My chest started risin’ faster, my pulse thuddin’ loud in my ears.

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed the contract. I have been sold to the devil.... I brought out my phone to call someone I could talk to . Josh will definitely not pick my calls. I decided to call my best friend. Hey bestie “ Jane yelled In excitement over the phone Jane has always been overly dramatic. “Bestie “ I called in a shaky voice What’s wrong she asked I explained everything I was going through in the hands of Rico, how he treats me like I had no feelings. I’m sorry best” I promise to come see you once I get the chance to .

They wouldn't go through with the second operation unless I provide a deposit. "Tonight's drug deal is a very big thing. Baron Rex will supply it to the Japanese group, there are rumors that this trade will bring in fifty million dollars. However, it seems like it will be a bank transaction because of the recent issue of stealing. I wonder which fool is stealing from the cruel devil? They are gambling with their lives. It won't just stop with them. It will extend to their families too," a man said among Rex's men. However, that was the least of my problems. That's a lot of drugs. Just two wraps will be enough to solve my problems.

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. I almost miss the way you used

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!

“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.”