Novel & Cerita Sell Your Soul To The Devil

"Welcome to the circus circle, Mr. Johnson." I looked at the devil's hand for a split second before forcing myself to take it. And that was how I sold my soul to the devil.

"Well, let me break it to you. Even if I had to sell every organ in your body, it still wouldn't be enough to cover what you made me lose. Even if you had to serve me for a century, it wouldn't make a dent in my loss." I could feel the anger boiling inside me, fueling my words. "Then go ahead, just kill me! End this charade and be done with it. I won't sell my soul to the devil just to save my own skin." He let out a deep rumble, a mixture of frustration and amusement. "The devil? Don’t you think too highly of me, honey?" "I'm not afraid of you or death itself. Throw knives at me, feed me to your dogs, do whatever psychotic thing your vile mind comes up with, but I won't sign that stupid con

“You’ll play the picture-perfect wife, happy and loving in public. And after a year, I will set you free with $10 million and a lifetime of health insurance.” He looks at me without a hint of emotion, waiting for my reaction, possibly for me to counter or say something in protest. But I’m already sold. It’s not like I have a lot of options. This is the best choice I have. Yes, I’m that desperate. “Fine.” I write my name on the dotted line and hand the pen back to him. This is it. I’ve sold my soul to the devil. Mr Everhart takes the contract from me and eyes the document before tucking it in a briefcase. I watch him, speechless.

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.

I stood there for a moment with my cheek on fire and the world slightly tilted. Nobody moved to stop him. Alaric Virelli watched from a few feet away with that same blank expression, as though this were simply a step in a process he had already anticipated. "You don't get to choose your life," Dorian said. His voice had gone very calm, the way it always did when he had already made up his mind about something. "Not here. Not anywhere. You have no money, no future, no family. You have nothing, Evelina. At least this way, you're useful."

I could not because I had never felt safe for this, because at any moment Callisto could simply get tired of obeying my whims. "So what do you suggest?" I found myself asking, my eyes staring at him with a certain coldness. I might not have done it before, but I remembered very well how the Samael agreements... worked. That was the real contract with the devil - if I lost, I would lose my soul, my body, my existence to that being. I would no longer be seen by him as anything but a walking sample in one of his rehearsal glasses.

Deep down my heart is tied in notes because I know I have sold my soul to the devil for the second time and I will not escape from this. But it's too late to turn back now.

"You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways, Smith." And with one last wink, I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. --- Oh. Oh. Oh. That's one hot devil though!

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.