Pacto Con El Diablo Novels & Stories

"Don't look at me like that. At least you get to see your sister." "Stefan—" I began to rise, but he stopped me. He sat up, took off his T-shirt, and began to wipe me clean. He didn't speak as he did, and once he was finished, he pulled the dress down to cover me. "The change, Veronica," he said. "It's not the date. It's something else." I sat up, the look in his eyes a warning. "It's an amendment to the contract." "What amendment?" I asked, knowing what he'd tell me, what he'd agreed to, it would be a betrayal of me.

“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.”

The child kicked harder, its tiny tentacles brushing against the inside of his belly wall, amplifying the sensation until every nerve screamed for release, for dominance, for the balance the pact enforced. Damian collapsed beside him, body arching, the same blue veins pulsing brighter under his skin. His cock strained against his trousers, ridged and glowing faintly at the head from the mutation. The entity’s remnants inside him—the partial possession that had never fully died—roared to life, whispering commands in his mind. *Own him. Collar him. Make him kneel forever.* But the pact’s symmetry fought back, forcing the opposite urge: *Submit. Drop. Let him rule you.*

Now I see that my nephew has finished what I started. He approached Dante. Welcome home, nephew. The real home. The Pact That night, the Morettis signed a pact. It wasn't a pact of power, but of peace. The dirty dealings would be left behind. Those who wanted to remain within the law would have the support of the others. Those who didn't... would be left out. Dante signed first. Elena watched him, her heart full. When he finished, Antonio approached her. Your sister would be proud.

I thought to myself. “One day of pretense in exchange for an open cheque that would clear off my debts once and for all.” I contemplated for a moment, taking a deep breath, “I’ll do it…” I sighed. Mr Leonardo adjusted on his seat, extending a hand to me. I instinctively took the hand. As I shook Mr Leonardo’s hand, a smirk crept across his face and I instantly realized, I had just signed a contract with the devil. “Again, no one must know about this.” He said,

He smells of lemon and cold metal. "Sign with Kassian, and you become his property, his toy. He'll break your will for the pleasure of rebuilding it in his image. Accept my offer, and you remain yourself. But you'll be indebted. To me." "It's a pact with the devil." "No. It's a pact with the other devil. The only difference is that I leave you the illusion of choice." His hand brushes my cheek, the same gesture as Kassian, but where his brother sought domination, I perceive only clinical assessment.

“I need a mortal assistant. The rewards for your service will be great- I can give you anything you desire. Just say the word, Callie. Promise to serve me.” The gravity of the situation hit me full on like an asteroid. I felt the blood drain from my cheeks as I stared out across the thinning countryside, giving way to suburbs. Against my will or not, I'd made a pact with the Devil- “No, I'm not. I'm much worse.”

“You framed him?” He tilted his glass in mock salute. “The Judas Pact, remember? Betray the devil before he betrays you.” Her stomach twisted. The name had been a joke once, whispered between kisses and stolen meetings. Now it was prophecy. “You’ll burn for this,” she whispered. “So will you,” Dante said simply. “That’s the beauty of it.”

"Fine. I'll sign." Elder Thomas produced a contract scroll, his voice grave. "Damien Blackwood, are you certain you wish to sign this pact? Once it is signed, it cannot be undone." "I'm certain." Without hesitation, Damien bit his own finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the scroll. The crimson droplet instantly soaked into the parchment, forming a complex rune. Isla stared at the blood pact, her hands shaking. But with everyone watching, she had no choice but to sign her name.

Dominic himself smiled faintly, he liked this human, especially her thoughts. “This letter is official. If you refuse, then right now you have violated the Harawaltz Blood Pact," said Diana again. #to be continued in Chapter 34.1 - I Don't Want To Hear Anything Anymore