Novel & Cerita Sell Your Soul To The Devil

Tamlin had played dirty. She would play dirtier. If she was going to be sold, she would make sure Vernon paid more than just ten million. She would seduce the devil himself. She would make him obsess over her. "Good girl," Vernon murmured, taking the signed contract. Then, he stepped closer. His intention was clear. Tessa's hand shot up, pressing against his chest. "I'm not ready yet." Vernon arched a brow. "Do I look like I fucking care?"

No greeting, just straight to business. I didn't reply to him, knowing he was having fun. He soon sent another message. The Devil: I am glad you made the right choice. I look forward to this collaboration. The terms and agreement are still the same. All you need to do is take your time to read through it. The deal was done. I felt like I sold my soul to the devil to gain wealth, or did the devil always have it in his hands?

I begged as the darkness engulfed me, and my body sank deeper and deeper into the abyss. “Please.” I whispered into the bottomless and dark area, choking on river water, “Someone… anyone… help me. I’ll give you anything. I’ll do anything. I just want to live… I want revenge… I want to make them pay. I will give everything, even if it means selling my soul to the devil. I just want them to pay and give their lives back to me!”

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

And if you asked me what I thought about any werewolf pack going trigger happy a week ago, I would gladly tell you that they are sadistic, vile creatures without an ounce of humanity in them. But this is not a week ago. This is today. And today, I pleaded to become one of them. Today, I did nothing while watching Hunter shoot a man without batting an eyelid. The gruesome image, along with all the others will haunt me to the day I die, but I have made up my mind. I will sell my soul to the devil just to lay waste on the beast who took everything from me. I will hunt him to the ends of the earth and make him pay a thousandfold for what he did and I will willingly pay for my sins.

But if this gave us even the slimmest chance at survival, then it was worth it. As long as we lived. I made up my mind. I slowly looked up into the eyes of my predator, and in that moment, I finally understood what it felt like to sell your soul to the devil. “I’ll do it,”

" What do you want from me?, I've heard about you, your deals, I'm never gonna sell my soul to you Hades " " Your soul belongs to me already, the moment anyone ends here, I become your master " " You become our master down here but the moment we agree to selling our soul, you become our master both in the world of the living and the dead, I know that " " I can see you've been doing a lot of reading, lady " " I sell my soul to you, you send me down to earth but I become yours " " I haven't even proposed my deal " " What else do you have to offer apart from that? "

Her cut and bruised hand tightened on the pen again and ploughed into the paper Dearest mortal you have become blind…blind to the fight that is constant around us, that creeps in the night while you sleep, that watches your every move…just so that when you trip and fall…your soul is on the line…easy for the taking. Don’t fall for his tricks… he fights over your soul dear human that Devil seeks to lure people away from God, his doing a mighty fine job. And you’re letting it happen. Have you ever wondered how some mere humans are so poor and unheard of, then extremely rich in a matter of seconds? This person has obviously offered his or her soul in exchange for diabolical favours. Of cours

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

"Not much, but the stories Abel tells me. I'll be honest, Irena. I'm genuinely concerned about you." Keeping quiet , I gush down the wine. Easing the anxiety coursing through my veins. Then the questions start consuming my head. What have my uncles gotten me into? Did they really sell me off to the devil himself?