Selling Soul Contract Novels & Stories

“I thought you said you won’t marry for a deal, and now you want to marry me for the same thing you preached against.” “Now, what’s in it for me?” He leaned forward now, elbows on the table. “You get to tell the world you are married?” I bit my lower lip; I blame my family for leaving me early to fend for myself. “How does marrying you benefit me?” He is enjoying this; I can see it in his eyes. He enjoys torturing me. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds trying to figure out what to say for him to agree, but nothing came to mind. I stood up to leave. “You brought this contract of marriage to me, meaning you saw something in me, and I have limited time to go back and forth with you on how

I explained. "So anything that I sell that is not created by you or your people is mine and anything I sell that is created by you is ours while your expenses in creating it are also ours. Did I get it right?" Vincent asked and I nodded. Vincent took a deep breath and agreed to that. I have already asked Carmella to write the contract so I handed it to him.

he reminded her, and her eyes snapped at him in helplessness. For fifteen minutes, they sat there, him staring at her, trying to read her answer while she could feel her heart sinking with every passing second. It was such a big step, and she didn't even have time to think about it. "I'm ready," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. With those words, she sold herself to the devil just for her kids. Just as soon as she agreed, George was called in with the contract in his hand. He placed it on the desk and glanced at Mia.

“Marriage?” “Yes but a fake marriage,” Mark said quickly. “It would be more like a contract. Just for a year. You’d be compensated with more than enough to cover Caleb’s treatment and more.” Cara shook her head at the absurdity of it all. “You can’t be serious. Who would even ask for something like that?”

Diana said with a smile. "Thank you Ma'am, you and your friend have helped me alot. I will be sure to call you." Lois said as she started to leave the bar. Diana picked up her phone and dialled Leo's number. "Hello Leo, I think I have found your contract wife." Diana said as she smiled.

"I have to give his hundred of millions back or else..." "Or else what daddy? Stop prolonging the agony-" "He'll have you as the payment." What the hell?! Is Mr. Santocildez freaking serious? No fucking way!

“I’m not selling.” “Suit yourself,” I say, my tone casual, knowing full well how much this burns him. “But just so you’re fully aware, the clause applies to you as well. If you ever decide to sell, those shares come to me first. You can’t offload them to anyone else without my approval.” His fists clench at his sides. “You’re locking me out of selling.” “I didn’t write the contract that you signed.” I smile sweetly. “It’s business, Gabriel. Don’t take it personally.”

“Don’t forget that we signed a soul contract for this. You’ll pay a heavy price if you break the agreement between us.” Lazlo sneered. In fact, he had contacted a powerful person when he made the oath. The nickname of the other party was Soul King. Everyone would tremble at the sound of that name. Nowadays, many people liked to use a soul contract to restrain the other party. Indeed, this method was very effective in restraining both parties. For this reason, a new field emerged—breaking soul contracts! This new profession gradually gained popularity, and one of the most powerful practitioners was Soul King. As long as the right price was paid, there was almost nothing he could not crack.

I ordered. Within minutes, it was placed on the table in front of me. My hands moved quickly, unclasping the locks and pulling the lid open. Inside, stacks of papers and folders were neatly arranged. I searched through them with a predator’s focus until I found it—the thick bundle of documents bearing seals and signatures. I unfolded the top sheet, my eyes scanning each line. There it was in black and white: a contract of sale. The land in question, marked clearly, sold by Ken himself. His signature was sprawled at the bottom, bold and unashamed.

“You’ll play the picture-perfect wife, happy and loving in public. And after a year, I will set you free with $10 million and a lifetime of health insurance.” He looks at me without a hint of emotion, waiting for my reaction, possibly for me to counter or say something in protest. But I’m already sold. It’s not like I have a lot of options. This is the best choice I have. Yes, I’m that desperate. “Fine.” I write my name on the dotted line and hand the pen back to him. This is it. I’ve sold my soul to the devil. Mr Everhart takes the contract from me and eyes the document before tucking it in a briefcase. I watch him, speechless.