Sell Your Soul To The Devil の小説・ストーリー

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

despite her hopeless predicament, she heckles. "Oh, believe me, Sophia, your death will not be a happy one. And you need not worry about that. You will never have a second chance. Even if you sell your soul to the devil, you will just be dealing with me again. I already own hell. The devil's throne is mine just to ensure you won't have the chance" he snickers.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

I was Alessandro De Vercelli, the Devil of Vercelli, and devils did not feel guilt over words spoken to an auctioned slave. I needed to clear my head. I needed to distract myself. How could an auctioned slave get under my skin like this? I had bought her for a reason and she would be nothing but a tool to be used. That was all. I pressed the intercom on my desk. "Get me several whores," I said. "Now." The guard on the other end paused. "Several, Don Alessandro?" "Did I stutter?" "No, Don Alessandro." I sat behind my desk and waited. The minutes crawled by like hours. My leg bounced under the desk. My hands curled and uncurled into fists. I could still feel her body against mine, warm and sof

And yes, maybe he was naïve to think he could save her soul, but he’d damned well try until the day he died. “I need an hour,” Cassandra said. “Yes, as always.” She assured the police chief of his payment. “The north side of the marina.” She waited then nodded. “Yes.” She hung up and looked at Vance. “Stop looking so worried, I gave up my spot in heaven a very long time ago.” She smiled at him. “Vance, I made peace with who I am.”

It was few seconds before he continued, “There were many other specifics Hitler tried to conceal from people and even close associates and friends, but they are not relevant here. Coming to your observation that a troubled childhood was the cause of the grimmest holocaust in human history is not entirely true. There are many people around who had difficult and unhappy childhoods, but they don’t prompt such crimes like killing thousands of children with physical and developmental disabilities, gassing millions of helpless men, women and children and burying half-starved and broken people alive, all in the pretext of racial purity.” He looked at me and then said leisurely, “The explanation for

Hard to read. A man who might sell me. A man I might need to make fall in love with me. I look away and stare ahead. I don’t know which one is more dangerous. The black market… or him.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

Emma felt pathetic. Her moment of weakness didn’t last long. She didn’t let it. She had an assignment, a new purpose in life, and she’s gone too far to stop now. Having sold her soul to the devil, it was only acceptable she pursued and made full proof of the assignment she’s been called to do.