Sell Your Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

"You are letting your anger blind you. You are being too sentimental to see the bigger picture." "I am not sentimental," I snapped. "Oh but you are," she soothed, her hands moving up to massage my neck. "Delayed gratification is what you need right now. You want the woman? We will eventually get the woman. We can torture her all we like later. But first, we get the pup. We get the money and power." She kissed the back of my shoulder. "We train that little boy to become a demon. And when he is ready, we use him to attack Riven. The glory and power will be all yours. The woman is just a minor detail –a collateral."

Good and evil, God and Satan, fighting it out for possession your soul? 'Yes,' I stutter; 'I suppose I do.' 'Fool!' she says, 'fantasies and lies to deceive yourself. Your soul is already possessed by something far worse.' 'God and the Devil are fantasies?' 'Yes.' 'Then what are good and evil? Aren't they real? What is my soul possessed by?' 'They are. Good and evil are inside us, but inside you there is nothing, nothing but empty desires that you don't want to fulfil.'

It was like the lords in medieval Europe who enjoyed the right of the first night—they could never comprehend the torment and agony of a solitary man, tossing and turning on the edge of his bed in the middle of the night. In the past, he had never known what it felt like to be desperate. But now, this despair felt so clear, it was almost as if it had been carved into his heart and bones with a knife. At this moment, he truly felt like a man who had sold his soul to the devil. Although he had achieved great success in human society, in front of the devil, he was not even as good as a hellhound. Once the ten-year contract was up, the devil could take everything from him at any time.

Everyone's shocked is priceless as he entered the grand entrance of Darkspot, bowed in fear as they realized who it was walking in confindence and authority to the company he will surely own someday. “Those people,” he added with silent curse in his breath, “who knows what inside their head?” he must really be careful more than he used to. Now that the engagement he have to a Soner is still the talk of the town, everyone still not get over with their doubt. How they feel bad for a poor Soner to marry a devil? “The devil,” Whispered from the people inside the close door who don't know their place. “How can we enthrusted the Darkspot to an anti-social freak?”

Zeus and I looked at each other, frowning in confusion. "You still didn't get it, did you? I made a deal with the devil. Now my soul is his and I am doing something similar that Eve is doing. While her job is to take the souls out of this realm to heaven or hell, my job is to take the bastard souls to hell." Uncle Adrian spoke in a low tone, holding his head high. I turned my head to look at Eve. She also had a frown on her face as she heard Uncle Adrian. "I don't get it! What do you mean?" I asked out of confusion. As I noticed, no one else was willing to ask anything at all.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

“Honestly, I just can’t wait to put an end to this already.” Colton watched the way my claws slowly came out. Longer, sharper. “You really came to take my life.” He says, outraged. “Of course you did because you sold yourself to the devil.” “Literally—you sold it when you went to Helios,” he snarls.

I pleaded to the man, but all that came out was a muffled noise. "Shh, it's okay, I got you. Don't be disobedient or else you won't like what I'll do to you." The man said in a smoky voice. I tried to get out of his hold using my hands but he was too strong. "You looked so fucking cute in the halls earlier. Like a lost puppy. You really caught my attention angel." The hand that was in my shirt was taken back and he clasped both of my hands tightly, I'm pretty sure it would leave a bruise by how much force the man was exerting.

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.