Selling Your Soul Contract Novels & Stories

“For the next four months, you belong to me. That means you do what I say.” “That’s not what the contract says,” Laura argued, though she wasn’t sure. “The contract says you agree to follow my rules, live in my house, and do what I tell you,” Scott reminded her. “I’m telling you to stop seeing Lily.” “You can’t control who I see,” Laura said, getting angry too. “Actually, I can,” Scott said. “Read the contract, Laura. You signed away your freedom for six months.”

It turns out that there was a problem that related the recent fall in shares related to souls in the underworld, among several attempts to break contracts, helped by Constantin who in turn helped, besides him, other magicians, who sold their souls, due to the supposed story of regret, besides that, think with me, if you sell your soul. So, then, when you go to pay the price, you regret it later. There comes a time when souls lose their value. There is no price to be bargained for, but you are also not accepted into heaven. Since you don't have the specifications to follow the plan, in short, one day, you are of no use to anyone, heaven will not accept you, hell is hunting you, but cannot tak

And her family… But her greediness had cost her, the spirit was a soul that was on the edge of dissipating, and seeing her it had seen her as a good meal, It gave her a false agreement and her young foolish self almost signed it but after sinking in half of her spiritual energy to sign the contract, she felt that something wasn't quite right, Checking the contents of the agreement she found out that, it was a POSSESSION AGREEMENT! THE SPIRIT WAS PLANNING TO POSSESS HER!!

I stiffened, my mind screaming at me to resist, but my body betrayed me, melting into his touch. And just like that, I knew—I wasn’t just signing a contract. I had sold my soul to the devil himself.

Something that might have been anger or pain or both twisted together. "Because marriage is legal ownership," he said quietly. "And I always own what I buy." Then he was gone, leaving me alone with a contract that felt like a death sentence and the sound of my mother's bedroom door opening upstairs, her slurred voice calling my name, asking if I'd picked up her prescription yet. I picked up the document with shaking hands. Seventy-two hours to sell my soul. I wondered if it was even worth that much.

Rudy anxiously said, "You just said you'd tell us everything, and now you're saying you've signed a soul contract? How could we know what kind of soul contract it is? Don't try to deter us like this!" Hansel hurriedly shook his head. "I'm not lying! I did sign a soul contract, I promise. It's the kind that ties itself to heaven and earth. If I say anything, I probably won't be able to survive for a minute before my soul explodes!" Hansel's words made it incredibly difficult for them to persist, but at the same time, Rudy and Grayson did not think Hansel was speaking the truth. They just felt like Hansel made up a random reason to shut them up because he did not want to reveal the truth. Hans

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

My cherished princess, she would no longer be mine? My brain went into overload. For long seconds, I was incapable of rational thought. Harper was held tightly in Adrian's embrace, her face corpse-pale, her body slack. The raw collision of jealousy and protectiveness coiled my hands into fists. I advanced, step by step, ready to tear her back. I didn't care if Adrian fought me—I was utterly fearless. "Adrian," I stared into his cold, indifferent gaze. "There's a problem with the previous contract. Let's sign a new one."

“A strategic personal arrangement.” Daniel dropped into the chair opposite him like his knees gave out. “Bro.” “It’s the only way,” Logan insisted calmly. “You know my father. You know the condition he gave me.” “Yeah. ‘Find a stable relationship before the end of the year or I cut you off.’ The man is a villain. But still this plan is insane.” Logan shrugged. “She signs a contract, she gets paid. No drama.” “Women are drama.” Logan glared. “Okay, not all women. She seems… normal.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s signing a contract. There will be legal boundaries. A non-disclosure clause. Penalties for breach.”