Selling Your Soul Contract Novels & Stories

“This only confirms that my bet is correct. I won’t change it. Shall we sign a soul contract?” Perthacus stood up with his heart pounding. “Are you sure?” James did not waste words. With a single wave of his hand, a soul contract forged with Zen floated in the air. It emitted a purple-golden light and displayed their bet and conditions. It was infused into James’ Zen. A soul contract was the highest form of trust between cultivators. Once it took effect, any violation would be punished by a mysterious force sealing the soul. It was a price beyond what living beings could endure.

not only this what the one person goes through is felt by the other too that's why Zayn felt his chest being crushed. to top it all if with the worse if one person dies while the contract is there the other automatically dies. doesn't matter the giver or receiver of soul. that is why this contract is considered illegal said that only a fool for psychopath shall take stupid steps. but here a stupid psychopath has broke the same law,made by him just for the sake of the smile of the angelic face of Gigi.

I deserved the best. "Are you ready?" she asked. Her voice was like honey. "Once you sign and walk through that back door, there is no going back. The contract is binding." . I picked up the pen. It's just one afternoon, One afternoon for a lifetime of better views. My hand was shaking so hard I could barely hold the pen, but I pressed it to the paper anyway. I was selling my soul, or at least my dignity, but the gleam of the Titanium phone in the display case made me feel like I was doing the right thing. I deserved to be seen. After all they may never see me again.

NEW YORK CITY Luca Barone Humans are the most desperate little fuckers amongst all of the species in this world. My purpose on earth is to sniff out the most desperate of them all, so they can sell their shitty little souls to me. My black SUV rolled into the dirty driveway of the dilapidated looking house, and I swung my door open even before my driver stopped the car. I stepped out of it with a goal in mind; to collect. One soul had signed a contract with me, and his demand was fifty thousand dollars. For me, a tshirt price, for him, he was smart enough to keep his soul, but promised me double the money.

“Sign it and be mine.” Kai looked at the contract, at the list of demands, at the impossible rent amount. He looked at Victor, at the raw, undisguised hunger in his eyes. He knew he should run, that this was madness, a one-way ticket to hell. But as he sat there, his body still humming with the memory of Victor’s touch, his ass still throbbing from the spanking, he knew there was only one answer. He took the pen Victor offered, his hand shaking, and signed his name on the dotted line. He had just sold his soul. And as he looked at Victor, at the triumphant, predatory smile on his lips, he knew he was in for the ride of his life.

I said, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to find the auditor’s logic in a room full of ghosts. "I found the contract, Iris," Ethan whispered, his grip on my arm loosening just enough for the blood to rush back into my hand. "The one our father signed the night he died. He didn't sell his soul to save the company. He sold you." I felt the world tilt. It wasn't the house shifting this time; it was the entire foundation of my life. "What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the wind.

The king's restricted spell was cast, and all of the vurhans in North Angus died, leaving the deity with little to consume, so it began chasing people's souls. That's why I jumped in and gave it a once-in-a-lifetime contract. I decided to sell my body to it. I told it that if it takes over my body, I would assist it in feeding on the vurhans left in the Independent states in exchange for it never attacking another human. It agreed to the terms and took up residence within my body; it's still inside me as we talk, and I can feel it every day."

At that time, they could only scatter. "Okay, okay." Samuel nodded. "Also, before you find a suitable body for me, you must release me to breathe. Of course, the soul contract is two-way. If you die, I won't live either. In this way, you can let me out, and when you are here, you don't have to worry." "Okay." Samuel nodded. "However, I am helping you. You live in my body and even ask me for a lot. Why? What can I get?"

" I sniffle. " I won't allow you to sell something as precious as your virginity to someone you don't know. You're putting yourself in tremendous danger mikros." He says with compassion. "I don't have a choice. The contract is signed and the auction is up and running." "You leave the contract to me. I'm sure I'll find a loophole somewhere to execute you from it. Bring your signed copy tomorrow, " He runs a frustrated hand through his raven black hair. "I'll be here again, at the same time." He rises, to his full height.

It will not be a soft story… but it will be a real one. And yes, the official title is: Uncontracted Desire: Twisted Affection I’ll be sharing a special epilogue from their book immediately after this chapter, a small doorway into the world they’re about to crash into. Consider it a taste of what could become a full novel. But here’s the truth: This sequel will come alive fully only if you want it. Your engagement, your comments, and your excitement are what will determine whether Max and Ava’s story will rise from this epilogue into a complete book.