Selling Your Soul Contract Novels & Stories

" I inquired? "OK, I've got a solution," he said. "What?" "Enter into a contract marriage." My lips parted, and the words became lodged in my throat. "Sign a one-year contract marriage and you can end it after one year if you remain incompatible," he paused. "Like this, I'll be able to keep my promise," I said, blinking twice. "However, you must give this marriage a chance." If I notice you are not treating Sia well, I will donate the remainder of the company to trust."

"You need to start fulfilling your end of the bargain." "Which bargain?" I repeated, my voice filled with horror. "I don't remember making a deal with you," I said, taking a step back, my eyes scanning his face for any sign of explanation. He stepped closer, gently rubbing my lower lip with his thumb. I felt a chill run as he caressed my lips, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Be careful to read contracts, Stacy," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Some will require your soul, just like mine."

Because I want to save you. I smiled naively and spoke like a truly carefree princess, "I want to learn magic from Gray!" He looked at me for a long time and said, "You have the talent to learn magic, and you may even become a rare genius..." Seeing that I was obviously excited, he changed the subject again, "But!" "You have a magic contract." "Magic contract?" What is that? "A magic contract is a kind of contract signed on the soul. Once signed, it cannot be canceled and will only disappear on the day the contract is fulfilled."

"I have to give his hundred of millions back or else..." "Or else what daddy? Stop prolonging the agony-" "He'll have you as the payment." What the hell?! Is Mr. Santocildez freaking serious? No fucking way!

he says showing me where to sign. I look at him through my lashes and then back at the file as I sign the contract, sealing my fate. I know I'm making a mistake. There is no doubt I am but I have no choice. I have to do whatever it takes to survive. They did say the devil you know is better than the angel you just met. I put the pen down and looked at the contract. My name is written in bold letters at the bottom of the page. I gulp, why does it feel like I just sold my soul to THE DEVIL?

It suggested that their friendship no longer existed. "Let me go," she shouted, only to be met with amusement from him. Shaking his head, he chuckled and replied, "Angelina, you are here for an auction. Let me to explain: auction implies that I will be offering you to someone who will bid a significant sum of money." Her heart stopped at the sound of his words, unable to comprehend the notion that he intended to sell her to another man. Overwhelmed with fear, she vigorously shook her head and desperately made her way towards the exit.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Signing a contract with a demon allows them to grant you any wish- the truest desire from your heart and as long as it is in effect, the demon shall take tiny pieces of the human's soul until it is no more. Selling your soul to a demon also meant you'll sever ties with the universe. The soul cannot be returned, reincarnated and is damned. I... dropped the books and ran immediately to the forest. I was shouting Tate's name as I looked for him and it didn't took him a while. Tate immediately appeared in front of me with his usual all-black clothing and leathers. Tate looked at me in the eye with his monolid and intimidating eyes, "You came running."

Because he had an extra layer of assurance – a Soul Contract. A Soul Contract was a document born from the willingness of two souls – one to serve; the other to Lord. A Soul Contract was no trifling matter. The Lord of the Contract could track the movement of the Servant and also feel their every emotions. The Lord couldn’t be lied to, deceived or betrayed. And the life of the Servant was within the hands of the Lord! That meant the Servant could lose his or her life at any second if the Lord was displeased with him or her. Of course, there weren’t only disadvantages for the Servant. Apart from the contract being a display of their loyalty, it also allowed the Servant to grow at their Lord’s

“You’ll play the picture-perfect wife, happy and loving in public. And after a year, I will set you free with $10 million and a lifetime of health insurance.” He looks at me without a hint of emotion, waiting for my reaction, possibly for me to counter or say something in protest. But I’m already sold. It’s not like I have a lot of options. This is the best choice I have. Yes, I’m that desperate. “Fine.” I write my name on the dotted line and hand the pen back to him. This is it. I’ve sold my soul to the devil. Mr Everhart takes the contract from me and eyes the document before tucking it in a briefcase. I watch him, speechless.