Selling Your Soul Contract Novels & Stories

Autumn paced the room, read the contract again and again, cried until his eyes burned. The guilt over not being able to work, the fear for his mother’s safety, the humiliation of the past few days, it all crashed over him in waves. There was no running. No miracle coming. No way to protect his mom without this. Finally, with shaking hands and a heart that felt like it was shattering, Autumn picked up the pen. “I’m sorry, Mom,” he whispered brokenly. “ I have to do this. There’s no other way.” He signed his name at the bottom of the contract, the ink blurring through fresh tears. The moment he finished, a strange, numb calm settled over him. He had just sold himself to the devil who had turne

"The 'Creditor' built the 'Violet-Spring' on a 'Borrowed-Logic.' I am the 'Founder-Code.' If I stay, the 'Debt' continues to 'Compound' until the world 'Shatters.' If I 'Delete,' the 'Spring' becomes 'Permanent-Equity' for everyone but me." "You’re thinking like a 'Billionaire,' Dominic," Avery countered, her hand snapping out to grab his wrist, her fingers "Locking" over the silver-haze of his grafts. The contact sent a "Nuclear-Flash" of memory through the link—the original $1,000,000 contract, the thirty days of "Presence," and the moment he had first called her his "Substitute-Bride." "You’re trying to 'Buy' the world’s freedom with your 'Liquidation.' But you forgot the 'Fine-Print' of

His palms were rough, calloused from the sword, but they were the only warm thing left in this city. "Kaima, listen to me. We’ve fought the High Priest. We’ve walked through the Ever-Void. We’ve looked the Tailor in his spinning eyes and we didn't blink. Mr. Vane and his 'investors'... they think they can own a soul because they have a contract. But a soul isn't a line of credit. It’s a flame."

“Primary among them: you will act as Elion. You will imitate him. His mannerisms, his speech patterns, everything. Vulk needs to believe his mate has returned. You are playing a role, and you will play it convincingly.” My hands were shaking so hard I had to press them into my thighs to stop them. “And… and what else?” I managed to ask, my voice a pathetic croak. A ghost of a smile, cruel and fleeting, touched his lips. “You will fulfill the duties of a mate in every way. Including in my bed. The contract grants me access to your body whenever I want, Eli. Anytime. Anywhere.” The air left my lungs. I felt the blood drain from my face. This was it. This was the price. My soul, my brother’s id

Beckah was eviler than most humans. “How did she offer up other souls?” Caiden asked. He had asked various demons about how other souls could be part of a contract and had found out that some conditions needed to be met. A pregnant woman could easily give up her child’s soul because they had a connection. Most humans would need to do something to other humans for their souls to be considered eligible for the contract. “She told me she would oppress and bully humans to provide me with souls,” Azrael said with pride. “Such an evil child. She’s not changed much since then.”

She was suppose to be spending her rest day at home, drinking coffee, watching a movie or talking about life with Faye. She was suppose to be spending her limited time with something more meaningful and significant. But here she is, in a red room, with a strange man, and an absurd contract on her hands that tells she will be selling her soul. “You are suppose to enjoy what you wished for, but since it was for someone else, you have to live with it, and when you die, you go straight down,” Lucas explained while looking at her directly. “It’s that simple. My other clients have no problems with it so far,”

“Yes. All my loans are written out in contracts. They agreed to repay me in September this year or other means of repayment would be taken. The other means being, selling their service to me, which means being harvested for organs, perhaps having your mother in the brothel or giving you to me. Those are the terms they signed on even if it’s not written what their service would be. But they knew by word of mouth.” I sniff as I feel tears swarm my eyes and look down on my hands that lie motionless in my lap. Did they really sell me to him? They signed a contract to give me in exchange for money to gamble. “This is why I don’t want you to speak to them until tomorrow. I don’t want you to be mor

"C'mon now, I'm trying to level down here you are one of my finest creations and you've been collecting the most number of souls in the past centuries. Don't tell me you're losing your touch?" "They don't call me the all-mighty Supreme Being Contractor for nothing," I self-proclaimed. Well, maybe I made up some of those words so I would look cooler than I already am, and additional self-praise is not such a bad thing. I force myself with a fake smile and hand him over the contract. "You know how this works, signed here and we've got ourselves a deal." I took out my dagger to make a small cut on his index finger, so he could sign the contract using his blood, but he is the Devil so he uses hi

“The contract when signed means that you will sell your soul to me. We will be one, and I lend you my power for revenge. Well done Evan, you made the right decision. That is the last bravery that the user uses to protect his deceased wife.” From a distance, a figure was looking down at the judgment, he smelled a lot of blood and also the growing hatred, that's what he wanted. All the souls of the villagers and the one carrying strong hatred will be his. He had planned in advance and every move he made was executed in the best way. “The contract has been signed successfully!”

“Good. I’ll draw up a contract tonight, agreeing that I’ll help your mother through her financial situation in exchange for your services, and we can go over it when you arrive. Then you can get started.” He tore the top piece of paper from the pad and handed it to me to reveal he’d only listed a street address. A bead of sweat coursed down the center of my back. It was cold and made me shiver. With no doubt in my mind I’d just sold my soul to the devil, I said, “Okay. I’ll be there.” And then I thanked him from the bottom of my ill-fated heart.