Making Deal With The Devil Novels & Stories

The risk, the annoyance, the sheer absurdity of my demand. “Fine,” he bit out, the word sharp and final. “But you follow my lead. You do exactly what I say. And you never, ever mention this... arrangement... to anyone. Understood?” I could only nod, my heart hammering a frantic, terrified rhythm against my ribs. I had done it. I had made a deal with the devil. **************************************

“How do you know about the deal?” I could tell that question had been at the tip of his tongue all this while. “I read your lips,’’ I confessed. “Hmm–’’ he sniffed again and I shivered. “You want me to turn down five hundred million dollars for a flimsy hope of you making more? I don’t think so.” “No, I want to make a deal with the devil.” He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. “A deal over a deal? Since you’re so confident, here’s my deal. Make me six billion in six months? That's the only way I won't sell you off.”

THE DEVIL : “If you will let me see Oliver before our wedding only then I will do as you like." She offered me a deal, she isn't the first person who offered me a deal. I had been offered kind of deal when I go to take souls of the people and my answer was always decided and firm, "NO"

But still he talked about me! "Well, maybe not fondly, but I'm still curious. You seem to have caught his interest in a very peculiar way." "Probably because he thinks I'm stupid for making a deal with him." I shrugged and picked the champagne bottle. "More?" "You made a deal with the devil? I would turn back if I were you. No one, no one wins against Diavolo. Especially not an ordinary girl like you." He shook his head and held up his glass. "Well, there's about to be someone." I smiled as I poured him champagne, but my words didn't seem as sure as I wanted them to be.

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

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.”

“Oh, five seconds will be more than enough.” So he thought. He wasn’t counting on my willpower or my anger. “Let me see it,” he whined. “Let me see The Mark.” “Uh uh uh.” I wagged my finger. “Information first. Do we have a deal?” He sneezed. “Deal.” Talk about making a deal with the devil. I pushed my soaking hair behind my ears. “Okay, so here it is. My demon buddy was in the middle of giving me the DL on something when—”

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?"

He slammed his glass down on the table, the sound sharp enough to make the maids in the hallway jump, “You have no idea what you’re talking about!” “Oh, I think I do.” I said quietly, almost sweetly, “Because men like you only make one kind of deal with devils like Grant, when you’re already halfway in hell."

The devil is evil; he will try and trick me “Uh Ah, now, now we don’t want that kind of thinking do we, I’ve introduced myself, very politely actually and seeing that we have had this converstaion a million times before, i I haven’t ripped you apart, even though I do at times hate you. I’m here to offer you a deal. Well more to the truth, you can’t get out of it, but I always like to promote a bit of choice.”