Novel & Cerita Sold My Soul To The Devil For Designer

Praises rained like wildfire, admiration like incense. "Selina is truly a genius designer; this new collection is even more stunning than the last," one admirer noted. "Of course, this is the same Selina who entered the industry and became a legend with just one design," another chimed in. And right on cue, Darvin Group that has been dormant for a long time, howled their lies online. Obviously my parents doing. "The recent popular designer Selina is actually an ungrateful, selfish woman!" The trending topic quickly climbed the charts, surpassing Celestyr's release to become number one.

No greeting, just straight to business. I didn't reply to him, knowing he was having fun. He soon sent another message. The Devil: I am glad you made the right choice. I look forward to this collaboration. The terms and agreement are still the same. All you need to do is take your time to read through it. The deal was done. I felt like I sold my soul to the devil to gain wealth, or did the devil always have it in his hands?

My nails rip at my holder's sleeve, but it only tightens the grip. Zeus steps closer, towering over me. "You’re quite the little firecracker, aren’t you? You’ll do nicely at the auction." "FUCK YOU." No, no, no, no. I know what happens at those auctions. I don't want to be one of those girls. The fear of being raped and tossed around like a doll flares through me. "Oh, yes, someone definitely will. You’ll be sold to the highest bidder. Consider it… a new chapter in your life."

They were stolen from me. " You have no right to judge me. At least I sold myself to a man. I might eventually get freed. What of you? You sold your soul to the devil. Who is going to save you?" I question with every atom of strength within me. I am so sick and tired of him talking to me like he is God or something. " Well I didn't have a choice. Some of us aren't heavily gifted like you, men don't drool at our feet and we can't get every good thing by just being pretty" He adds in rage

she whisper yelled drawing the attention of many shoppers. “What is your problem lady?” Jace asked standing in front of me. I took a step back to give him more room, glad to hide behind him. “Oh I don’t have a problem, as a designer, I just pray I don’t die and have my hard work ripped by a wannabe rich girl!” Oh god things were bad, I tugged on Jace’s arm “We should leave.” I muttered. “Yeah! Hurry along princess!” she concurred. I tugged harder.

But Jay remained silent, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the fortress. Kad did not push further. He felt like a hypocrite, urging his friend to battle demons he himself had long surrendered to. Jay sighed, nodding reluctantly. But in reality, he's long tired of fighting it, Artemis's blood was needed to seal off the demons back then, even though he knows what the precautions were he still went ahead to sacrifice her, hoping to join her soon but who would have thought that he will be going feral instead.

Grayson Voss I was supposed to be in a meeting with a cartel rat who thought he could play both sides. Instead, I ended up in a club that reeked of sweat, desperation, and lies. Club Delirium. Ironically named, considering it mostly caters to men trying to forget reality with vodka and silicone. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there because the club owner was late on his payments. And late payments in my world meant broken bones or buried bodies.

I obeyed without hesitation. I had officially sold myself to the devils. And I had no regrets.