Pacto Con El Diablo Novels & Stories

But I nodded frantically "I want to prevent the prophecy from coming to pass, so I will have to kill you" he announced and my eyes widened in shock "What….what prophecy....ahhh!" I was saying but screamed in pain, I can't describe the amount of pain I felt I touched my belly and my palms were welcomed with blood, my BLOOD He stabbed me with his claws, and I could feel my life slipping out of my body Blood gushed out of my belly like a dam which was restrained from flowing for years, granted freedom

"Because it looked to me that for a second there, you forgot he was the enemy and got caught in his spell." I froze. "I can't believe you'd think that. Oh my God, Paul. How could you even think for a microsecond that I'd forget how evil that bastard is! Santiago is trying to play some kind of sick, twisted game and you keep on falling for it. You keep on giving him the exact reactions he wants." "I can't pretend like you." He made a face. "I can't stand ten feet within him and act like I don't want to punch his smug face in."

"What? No! It's just... it's going to be a scandal if we get caught. The billonaire and the telemarketer? If anything, you should be the one scared about your reputation" "Well I'm not" he says and I sigh. "I could loose my job and my whole life that I've worked so hard for" His eyes are soft now. "Then I'd take care of you" What is wrong with him tonight? "Fabrico. Please, you know what this is. We have a pact and I think we should stick to it" He shrugs. "I am" No he's not! And he's being goofy covering up the fact that he's not sticking to the pact.

Everyone has an evil side, is even born with it, and so they are not innocent. It takes a lot to make a demon's contract really tough and to keep the loopholes as small as possible. Especially since Armageddon kills people and not Louis. ”In the course of time Amon was at least able to get an idea of the way the demons thought, even if he did not understand everything. "But ... still!" Objected Godric. He couldn't believe it was that simple. But unfortunately Amon also took away his last hope of at least being able to stop Louis through the contract. “Lucifer signed the first contract with me. Since this contract was still running and he had concluded the contract with me, the abbot, all fu

He tightened his grip, his hand splaying across the small of my back, holding me against the charcoal wool of his jacket. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. I froze. My Phantom Blade was an arm's length away in the chair, but I couldn't move. The proximity was doing something to the child—a rhythmic, powerful thrum that matched Damian’s own pulse. It was the Blood Pact, the biological recognition of the other half of the key. "Damian," I breathed. The name tasted like copper. He didn't answer for a long time. He just stayed there, his breath hot against my cooling skin, his fingers digging into my waist as if he were trying to feel the bone-density changes beneath t

I had even sworn on my life that Antonio was a man worthy of trust. Only then did Papa agree and sign an alliance with Antonio, binding our Famiglie closer than ever before. A strict clause in that alliance explicitly forbade me from divorcing Antonio while the treaty was active. Back then, Antonio had showered me with endless promises to love and cherish me forever, but I caught him cheating just a month after our wedding.

"You want to propose a fake engagement to the man you've always hated with passion since you were eight years old." "I want to propose a mutually beneficial business arrangement to a ruthless opportunist who would enjoy nothing more than disrupting a Romano alliance. He likes chaos, so he's the perfect man for the job. Besides, no matter how much I hate his insufferable ass, I prefer being with him than to be with Vittorio. He might be an animal too, but he does not have the senseless bloodlust Vittorio has." I clicked on Dante's contact, which I labelled ‘son of a prick.’ "He gets access to Castellano territory, valuable contracts, and the satisfaction of outmaneuvering both my father and t

“Pe–” “How does ten thousand dollars sound?” “Before dawn it is.” He ended the call, and exhaled very loudly. “I'm going to take everything from you, Diavolo. Your money, your power, your friends, followers, family. I'll take your girl, and then finally, I'll take your life. It is not just mere words. It is a promise.” Right after the declaration, he scrolled through his phone for a picture of Passion. His eyes watered when he saw the innocent smile on her face, whilst her hand cradled her protruding stomach.

“I won’t tear apart this lovely flesh. Become my slave instead, servicing my any request, and I’ll take the vessel you suggest. I’ll even set free your surly progeny. How about it?” A devil’s bargain, dooming me to an eternity of life just as it was under my sire, with the cult of St. Christians taken to even darker new depths of corruption and depravity. “I won’t sign any pact until you’ve bound yourself to that other vessel, and I have proof that Nico is out of the state.” “I can settle for that consolation,” he concedes, toying with my hand. He opens up a line of red across my palm with his nail, pressing it to his lips in gory kiss. “so long as you do sign it.”

All born from this moment, this pact forged in desperation. The devil tilted his head, horns scraping the air with a faint screech, amusement curling his fanged maw. 'Oh? I'm bad, am I? Such fire in one so small. But I merely come to collect what your father and I agreed upon, whelp. A bargain sealed in blood under a witch's moon. He traded your future for his crown—how poetic.'