Selling Your Soul Contract Novels & Stories

My soul was already in his pocket. I could feel my heart in my throat, no—I was unable to breathe. Not because of how I was going to repay back to him but because I'd agreed to this. And... my soul. Wait... Have I really sold my life to him and would end up like that tattoo shop owner? Fucking hell!

“Tell me how I can make it up to you. Want me to beg on my knees? I’ll fucking do it right now. Just…please talk to me about what happened. Yell at me if it helps.” I pause, fully looking at him for the first time since I fled the mate-pack apartment earlier. Considering his words, I lift my chin as an idea crosses my mind. “There is something you can do for me.” “Anything.” “Make me a soul pact.” That pulls him up short, and he looks surprised. “Soul pacts are… really fucking serious. Not to mention, illegal unless it's witnessed and blessed by a priest or priestess of Deskar.” “And?” He studies me for a moment and shrugs. “And you’re right, I don’t give a shit about that. But what soul pac

Blakeley asked, confused. “Sex.” He replied and she gulped. “I… I guess.” She replied. “Can that be added to the contract?” He asked and she played with her fingers as she stared at him. She can't deny the fact of having the urge to run her hands on his bare chest. She has also had fantasies of him showing love and affection towards her. “I will pay you double what we agreed on, that will be ten million dollars monthly.” He said. Blakeley felt offended by his statement instead of being happy with the offer.

I won't let her bail out on me at the last minute by banking on the tears façade. "Baby girl, this is the contract" I whispered and sat beside her on the bed. "What contract?" She asked, pretending to be oblivious. "The contract that binds us together. I know there's no need for this, but I still think a contract is necessary to ease your mind. I won't bail out on you or leave you hanging mid way. It's just to reassure you that I'm sincere, I'm willing to make our relationship legally binding. Even if this arrangement is less than ideal, as long as you respect me and continue to make me happy, I will give you anything you want, I will let you live like my girlfriend. You're my woman now, I w

"I appreciate that this reminds you of a bygone age, one that was far from fair. However, we have progressed too far to be discouraged by such an archaic and even repulsive rule." She gestured at the screen once more. "My personal life should not be an issue here. Our focus should be on the predictions, which include potential synergies, vertical integrations, and market leverage. This transaction is a very strategic move that will result in billions of dollars in valuation gains." The air was thick with her words, daring anyone to object to the sacrifice she was willing to make for the sake of the deal. Nobody dared to speak. "Good. Our next step is to plan something appropriate. Anna, I ne

-- "In the midst of the ocean, where so many times I have been yours for hire, allow me to be yours for love." That's it! The other times what we were together was a contract we had signed, something pre-written that said we should pretend to love each other in front of others. An agreement that brought us closer together, he because he didn't want to be humiliated and I because I needed money. I won't lie and deny it, I was there for the high amount he promised me, the fiery moments were only benefits. Our relationship was of golden interest; interest in the other's body, interest in the contract.

I could not because I had never felt safe for this, because at any moment Callisto could simply get tired of obeying my whims. "So what do you suggest?" I found myself asking, my eyes staring at him with a certain coldness. I might not have done it before, but I remembered very well how the Samael agreements... worked. That was the real contract with the devil - if I lost, I would lose my soul, my body, my existence to that being. I would no longer be seen by him as anything but a walking sample in one of his rehearsal glasses.

Omnibus asked beside me. "This!" I answered. "Being just a normal person. A normal human just running and hiding from werewolves. But I guess I won't be going back to where I was before. I forgot that I had a contract with a rogue witch. I sold my soul in exchange for being a werewolf. After I heal him, I would be dead..." I grimaced.

Topaz tried to explain. " Oh, so these pictures just magically resurfaced from nowhere? Topaz you lied to me! If you knew you had plans of being with your ex-lover why didn't you just stick to the contract? Huh? You led me on making me think you had feelings for me, telling me to damn the contract! Now it all makes sense, no wonder you wanted to single-handedly open your shop so that I won't have any legal rights to it when your plans finally fall in place. I've been a fool! A big fool blinded by your pretence by that facade of love you portrayed to me while all this while, you were nothing but the devil. You leaked the contract to the press and you and your lover have succeeded in your plan

“Ah, well…to punish me like I said…because he knew Scott’s cruel nature but he also knew Scott wanted to start a turf war…Basille needs foot soldiers, so by signing that contract it makes everyone I kill’s soul go to him to infuse his army of golems…you see, there’s a war coming down there…” “Fuck’s sake, Kat! You didn’t think to mention all this before? And you call me an idiot! That’s the fulfilment of Scott’s contract not him! Getting those foot soldiers Basille needs is what will complete the contract! Fucking Christ!” He raked a hand through his hair exasperated as he stood up and stormed off to find his phone. Kat watched him leave with a sullen expression as she curled up into the cou