Novel & Cerita Selling Your Soul Contract

Her voice softened at the end so tenderly. “You are?” I said weakly. Everything blurred at the edges. It all felt like a fever dream. Sophia’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Just say the word… ‘I do,’ and it can all be yours. If you sell your soul to me in exchange for this, it can be.” I laughed, the sound coming out sharper than I expected. “My soul? Souls aren’t for sale. How can you own my soul?” Sophia’s voice softened, almost coaxing. “It’s like a contract… and when it expires, you’re mine…”

He snatched it from me and then looked at the contract before he snapped his finger and the contract glowed. "Well, if that's your problem with it, then how about this: 'Upon any breaking of the contract or refusal to comply with the contract, your soul will immediately be sentenced to the most torturous parts of hell for twenty years and then will be devoured except in the cases of rape by another person or another demon attempting to steal your soul.'" He looked at me and held the contract in his hands. I thought it over and nodded.

Jacob took another step cautiously and sucked in a deep breath before he confronted his boss. "Are you sure about the divorce, sir?" He carefully asked as he took one more step and stood a little taller. "She hasn't returned it yet. It's not too late to back out due to the marriage contract. It isn't void even after a divorce. She still has to uphold the validity of the romance, sir." Brayden didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to hear anything regarding Meredith or the Death Contract or the fact that it was all his idea that had brought him to that point. Brayden looked up at Jacob, finally.

A mighty sigh escaped my lips as I put down my signature, finalizing a contract with the beast. My eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down even more. “I just sold myself to the devil,” I muttered.

"I have never been a parent, but I have indeed raised a human child. When she was young, she was very weak, but with my meticulous care, she grew up very healthy. and beautiful. So please rest assured madam, I will take care of Gabriella like that child. If necessary, I will make a soul contract to prove my heart." The spirit contract is more terrifying than the magic contract or the blood contract. Once the covenant-maker is not sincere enough, the covenant can never be successfully established. If the contract is signed successfully but the signer betrays the contract, that person's soul will be immediately withdrawn from the body and subject to the torment of hellfire for eternity. This p

"I offer my soul, my heart." Alexander stared at him in shock for a moment; had he heard correctly? Soul and heart by default went to Heaven; selling it meant it went to Hell – forever – after death. Once spoken those words were binding and the deal could never be unmade; only transformed. He quickly got over his shock to claim the prize.

“Wait a minute… Don’t tell me… Did you auction yourself?” “I did.” He chuckled. “Though I did not expect to be bought at a billion price by a woman. And… I do not serve any master when I am not under any contract binding. Just for your information.” Just what the hell was wrong with this guy? Who in their right minds voluntarily put themselves in auction? There could possibly be a loose screw in his head. If I whack him in the right place, would he come to his senses? Xavier flashed an innocent smile as if auctioning himself was no big deal at all before he shifted his attention to the contract.

“To obtain the real mnemonia, you must give up your mortal body.” Lethe’s answer puzzled Luna. She asked, “What do you mean by my mortal body?” Lethe explained, “There are two types of contracts in Hell. The first is the soul-selling contract. After signing it, your soul may be devoured. The second is the mortal-body contract. After signing it, your mortal body will completely disappear.” Luna fell silent at the explanation. Her mortal body disappearing meant that she might never be able to go back. Lethe looked at her intently and asked, “So, do you still want the mnemonia?”

"Look at me. I will be in the circle. I carry the Shadow of the Everest line, and my blood knows the frequency of every house that ever bowed to the Hearth. I will pulse the names through the bond, Coral. You will feel them in your teeth, and you will speak them with my breath." I look at him, the fear in my chest slowly being replaced by a dense, gravitational heat. I don't remember the past, but as I look into the gold of his eyes, I realize that the "Contract" we forgot was never written on paper. It was written in the marrow of our bones. "They want a trial of the soul," I say, a slow, predatory smile touching my lips as the violet light in my eyes flares back to life. "Let's go show the

The reality was suffocating. There was no escape. Not when his blood ran in my child’s veins. I had no choice. With shaking hands, I picked up the pen and signed the document. The moment my name was on the paper, Alexander's face had a grin, taking the contract like it was a prize he had just won. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my skin. “Good girl,” he murmured. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I had just sold my soul to the devil, to a man I had a one-night stand with.