Pacto Con El Diablo 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.”

“ ……..Does that feeling hold any bit of love in it ? “ asked Antonio with a dry laugh since he already knew the answer . “ ……no….. “ said Damian letting him go . Antonio smiles in a hurt way since he knew what Damian wanted yet he hoped that he could change that but the more he tried the more it seemed impossible to change . “ Since that feeling isn’t love then it cannot be called a feeling . Just because I find someone interesting , I would never consider my interest for him a feeling . “ said Antonio . “ You sure are interesting , even your way of thinking . “ said Damian with a smirk . “ Where is the contract ? “ asked Antonio , avoiding his question . “ There’s no need for a contract . I

“And never were we allowed to use it for personal power.” Steadying her breath, Lyka poured down, her misery, her words, her anger, “But secretly, Théoden had swerved from the right-hand path. He deterred towards evil and sought after the darkness of the magick. We never knew, we never looked beyond his words. In the dark of night, between the shadows, he signed a pact with the devil, the destroyer of light. He used the goat of Mendes, Baphomet, to call on evil forces. Oh, the covetousness of humans, destroying the goodness within, the selfish need to find and feed the power, oh, what misery it always brings!”

"I don't know, whether it is real or just folklore. But in that book it tells about how the ancestors of The Fotia conquered the king diavolos whose power was so terrible," "How terrible?" "Its power can control all volcanoes in the world. It can certainly cause terrible destruction," "Impossible ..." Nathania swallowed hard, she couldn't imagine what if all the volcanoes in the world erupted simultaneously. "That means diavolos is cruel, huh?" "The devil is definitely cruel, but the more violent ones are humans who are willing to make a pact with them," "Why do humans make a pact with the devil?" "Of course to get many things, such as vast and fertile land, strength, wealth and power,"

“Well, I am Blake The Troublemaker and I’d like to know why you killed a vampire this morning,” the dangerous-vibe vampire smirked humorlessly as he approached the werewolf unfazed by his growls. Holy shit! Blake The Troublemaker was in town and he wasn’t just visiting. He was the one who established The Devil’s Pact, the peace treaty that ended the era of wars between species. All supernatural beings abide by its laws to keep the harmony going, and all crimes are investigated and punished.

“Wondering why I am telling you all these? I believe you should get the hint already. We agreed on a contract about intimacy, this is how I want it.” “According to the little I know about BDSM, people who are involved in it will have a detailed conversation and make a contract to agree upon acts that will be applied. Without an agreement, it is classified as an abuse or rape. What if I say no?” She asked and Alex leaned closer to her, her breathing became shaky again and her heart started to race. “I don't think you would.” He replied and stared into her eyes, Blakeley stared back. She suddenly shut her eyes and bit her lip when his hand came in contact with her clit, he creased it and slowl

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.

“An Adjudicator as witness is as strong as a contract written down.” “Not if an actual written and signed document already exists.” Ruben scowled. “He actually went that far?” “Yes he did.” “But demon contracts are written in blood and promise your life to the demon realm?” “Yes, they are and yes they do.” Kat twisted her mouth sardonically. “Shit...I’m sorry, baby girl.” “You shouldn’t have gagged me.” Kat looked away. Ruben turned in his seat and leaned towards her. “I will not let you return to him.”

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

I was too engulfed that I didn't know when I reached out to touch it. I ran my hands shamelessly on him, and he caught it roughly. "Don't do that!" He said immediately, and his brows became wrinkled as his expression hardened. "The part which you thread is dangerous," he said, running his hands on my lips. "And I would like to explore it," I said immediately, holding onto his hands. I didn't know what I was doing and if this was desperation, but I wanted to be free tonight. Dora would be proud to know I bagged a man, and that I was getting over my depression phase.