Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”

Her walls milked every last wave of my cum out of me while she trembled beneath me and made small, helpless sounds that I was going to be hearing for a long time. I dropped my forehead to hers and stayed there as her words came replaying in my head... 'Yes... Yes, Oceans. I'm yours.' She didn't know what she had just agreed to. But whatever she thought wouldn't matter after this. Because she just sold her soul to the devil.

"Can't you just pay him off?" "It's half a million dollars, Veronica. Besides, it's not my debt to pay. If I paid this one off, I'd be sending a message. I want it to be known that I will not pay for my father's mistakes. His sins are his. I'm no longer his whipping boy." "What are all your meetings about?" "Vineyard. I'm thinking about selling." "Sell the land?" "The land. The house. All of it." "Stefan—"

she wanted to talk, but I cut in making sure she got my message. “I have given up a lot of things for your daughter, and now it cost me my man!” I roared, and my voice echoed in the living room as it was filled with an uneasy air. I could remember vividly how I always get maltreated, and punished in Sharon stead, but not anymore, because she stole my beautiful soul away. He was the only escape routine I had. And he was also taken away from me, and then I've decided to sell my soul to the devil.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

“ In a better world, I would say investing would be the best but we hardly have enough money for anything and don't even know how to start investing. But for the world we're in, I'd do anything for money. Anything that isn't stealing" “ Would you sell your body and soul for a huge sum of money? Like would you be willing to give yourself up for a while for it?" “ I feel like when it comes to the body and soul, you can't draw a time limit to when you will get to own yourself once again. A decision that entails the body and soul is not something that just comes and goes. It's something that will change your life forever. Let's say for example, you keep hitting a person for years, even when that

“No, no, I haven't taken anything. You can continue coming here, of course.” “And if I don't sign the deal?” “By tomorrow morning the world will know Thorn's real name, and face.” I bite my lip hard till I taste my blood. On one hand, this is everything that I want. On the other hand…that payment clause haunts me. The last thing I want to do is become Charles. But if this is the price to pay to escape him… Seraphina was right. The Devil was expensive…and I was foolish to think expensive only related to cash.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

“Someone who forgot I don’t play nice.” “What the hell is this place?” He finally turned his head. “A front. They sell cars on paper, but that’s not what’s really happening here.” “And what’s really happening?” “Debt. Power. Trades.” My chest tightened. “People?” “Sometimes.” I stared at him, trying to read between the calmness on his face. He didn’t look proud of it. But he wasn’t ashamed either. “I don’t want to be part of this,” I said quietly.