Novel & Cerita Sell Your Soul To The Devil

Only now did Henry speak. “Perhaps the longing to see my mother was so great that I sold my soul to the devil. I realized I made a deal with the devil and I was disgusted with myself. I asked him when he could let me see my mother again and he promised that as long as I could wait for him on the night of the full moon and do what he asked, I would get to see her. ...

She had agreed to this because she thought she could handle it, but after Valerie’s revelations, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Adrian wasn’t just a man caught up in the mafia world. He was a man drowning in guilt, anger, and heartbreak. He had sacrificed everything, becoming someone he despised, all for her. Selena tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her chest heavy with guilt and determination. “I can’t let him destroy himself,” she whispered. “Not for me.” Inside the mansion, Adrian sat in the study, staring at the contract on his desk. The ink had dried days ago, but it felt as if the words were still fresh, taunting him. A marriage of convenience, Selena had called it, but to Adrian,

Collins POV: Wanting to be so close to this girl is like a Monkey wanting to climb a banana tree, I honestly don't know what attracts me to her but I'm attracted and it's annoying. I've gone through all the occurrences I've had with her in my head and all I can say is I'm a fool. I never planned for me to be sexual towards her, I'm a Fuck boy, yes I know but not towards my employees. "Hey man" I turned around to see Ben my best friend walking towards my bar

"Black magic brought you back by disturbing the natural balance of souls." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Your father sold his soul to the devil to bring you back to life," the old witch said grimly.

The ground split open, a narrow fissure glowing faintly, and from it rose a single truth, pressed into Sarai’s mind with ruthless clarity: For the child to remain hidden, the devil must be bound. Malik sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s it,” he said quietly. “That’s the cost.” “No,” Sarai said immediately, shaking her head. “There has to be another way.” He cupped her face, forehead resting against hers. “Love was never free, Sarai. I just didn’t know it would ask this much.” “What does bound mean?” she whispered. Aunt Dee answered, voice heavy. “It means his access to the underworld will be severed. His name will stop carrying weight there. He won’t be hunted but he won’t be feared either.”

“Being very sweet. I don't know, but I don't usually associate being overly sweet with the devil?” “Now that's where you're wrong,” he countered immediately. “How many people do you know give people their desires in a snap of a finger?” “Oh right,” she laughed when she understood his reference. “But it's never free. You give in exchange for something. Repayment or a soul.” “Would you say people who have ended up giving up their souls aren't doing way better than they were before? I'll raise you half the staff at Pandemonium.” “No way,” she snickered.

Silas’s shirt was already bloody, so much blood and Laura hated the sight of it. Scott ignored him and didn’t stop. His punches were repeated. Molly rushed to him, holding his hand mid punch, “Stop it Scott, you have a reputation to think of. You cant do this for God’s sake” she pleaded. Scott stopped for a moment to look at her, his eyes were red and his breath was heavy. Molly knew to back off, there was no stopping him now. At that moment, Laura let out a small sob that drew his attention. He looked at Silas, “And the deal still holds. Any attempt to back out of it and I’ll sue you empty of every last penny you have” his voice was hard, Silas got the message although he was almost too unc

“You’re a clever one, Natalie. I’ll give you that. You couldn't just trust me! No! it'd cost you too much. It would mean you'd have to believe me, it would mean the life you know has always been a lie. It would mean bringing you out of your comfort zone and that isn't what you'd want is it? It would be too much for you to handle that's why making me to be the devil was so so much easier than accepting the truth. You play the innocent, the victim, all while sharpening your knives in the dark. “I am a victim!” she cried, her voice rising, desperation lacing her tone. “You bought me! You keep me here against my will! What do you expect me to do, just sit back and be grateful?”

I state with a smile wondering how the hell I really did get my dream come true. I have to confess, it is a lot to take in. The drugs in my system have mostly worn off making all of this feel even more real than before. Nothing is clouding my mind and I’m well aware I’m entering a life into a type of hell. Selling my soul to the so-called devil for a chance to live my life with the man I love, and one where my parents don’t have a say in my life. Yeah, it’s worth the deal with whatever devil runs the underworld that Shane lives in.

“I’m so sorry. I-I just assumed that that’s why you---” “Didn’t want to go out with you? No, that’s not it,” I cut her off again, forcing my body not to shake in anger. “Our deal is still solid, I’m just busy. Please, excuse me!” I spun and stormed back to the pack house. Our deal? Hell, the day I’d made that fucking deal, I’d known I sold my soul to the devil! I knew it then, but I hadn’t cared. Now, I could only regret my actions…