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I'm no fucking rapist or a shitting Lecher. She was under my care now, the moment her fucking cunt of an Uncle signed that agreement she became mine permanently... Forever!. I didn't give Delvin all that money to assist him; i don't run a fucking charity organization. With the money, he literally sold her soul to me, yes her soul belongs to me. And I'll possess her more to my liking, cos she's a fucking weird girl, a puny naive girl..... that's so fucking attractive. If it weren't for the fact that he asked that I return his nice back to him, i wouldn't have given a damn fuck about his Fucking Casino. I wonder what the motherfucker invested the fucking money, well it ain't my fucking busines

Delicious rivets of pleasure rush south. Ah fuck, how am I to spend the night in the same room as her? “You know you’re straight out of a fantasy novel, only… the girl like me doesn’t usually get the guy.” She says with a devilish smile as I tighten my arms around her waist, “Then let me break it to you… this is no fairy tale…” I whisper, brushing my fingers along the smooth skin of her hip. She bites her lips. “Then what is this?” “A reality… where I shall fulfil every dream that you will ever have… whether that’s a goal on your bucket list or your dirtiest darkest fantasy… I’ve sold my soul to Lucifer herself… I’m yours to command My Devilish Goddess.” I whisper huskily.

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.

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."

"He had failed to accumulate the money he owed me and instead gave me his 'next prized possession', his daughter. Since he let me down with his failure to repay his debt, I accepted his daughter as a compensation" Silence fell over the entire room at my response. "That's the only best thing I can accept from that kind of a man" I scoffed. It was no surprise for a man like Gerald to sell his own daughter for his selfish reasons. A knock sounded on the door and I instantly knew who it was. "Come in" I said and waited for Flora to enter the study. Her anxiousness was evident through her expressions and body language. And it only kept on getting worse as Emmett and Drax shot their questions her

It was like that of a crazed man. “Oh, angel,” he murmured, brushing my jaw with disarming tenderness. “You just gave your life to the devil.” This wasn't part of the plan. I was never meant to sell my soul. And the worst part? As my skin burned beneath his touch… some dark part of me wasn’t sure it wanted it back.

"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.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

"If you agree to this, then the Delegharo society owns you. You become ours…completely. Irrevocably, for a period of five years. Our master owns you, and you will do exactly as he says. Understood?" I do not think about his words twice. Seven hundred dollars a week. "Y-yes, I understand." Thinking back, I realise that I did not quite understand that I just sold my soul to the devil. I did not understand that that was the beginning of my end. I call their Master, the Black Void, because I never saw his face. Escobar Scuderi destroyed my life. The Black Void ruined me. That was just the beginning of my end.

I stood, brushed away an invisible lint from my shirt, and walked towards her. I crouched down in front of her and took a strand of her chestnut brown hair in my hand, playing with it. "Coraline, Coraline, Coraline, aren't you tired of calling me the same three words every day? You're starting to lack originality. Your material is old, stale, and honestly a little bit boring. Yes, I am a monster, I'm the devil, I'm a demon. I'm Satan. I'm your worst nightmare but what are you going to do about it?" She said nothing, frozen in place, horror filled her irides terror shook her shoulders. Realization finally sank in her bones, she had made a deal with me, she had sold her soul to the devil.