Sold My Soul To The Devil For Designer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

he emphasized, and his words brought a shiver to my spine. Before I could ask any more questions, he decided to end the call, reasoning that we both should go to sleep, but how could I get to sleep when my mind was filled with Kian's images, along with the words that escaped his lips? "I am willing to sell my soul to the devil." That line kept running through my mind until I could no longer contain the drowsiness and eventually fell asleep.

A reminder of Andrew's blood. The sickening scene of his hand being cut off, and throat being slit replays in my mind. It's so vivid I can not push the dark memory away. I am damaged myself but I never met someone as ruined as Saint. He knows how to make hell home. He wears the smell of blood and death like perfume. Which made me think how dark can Saints' past be to turn him into a heartless monster?

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

NIKOLAI “You have to be fucking insane if you think I am going to wear that.” I leaned casually against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest while Katya stared at the dress laid out across the bed like it had personally offended her entire bloodline. Honestly? Fair reaction. The dress was scandalous. Exactly as intended. A dark red silk dress with thin straps and a neckline so low it bordered on criminal. The material clung to every curve and the slit at the side climbed obscenely high up the thigh.

Not exactly … but we nod quietly, like kids listening to a bedtime story we know will end badly. “I thought I was the luckiest man alive,” he says, voice softening for a moment. “Dream job. The best wife a guy could ask for. Prettiest little baby girl you’ve ever seen.” His eyes glaze over, staring into the dark bottom of his glass like it’s a window into the past. Then his jaw hardens. “But seems luck comes with a price.” Doesn’t it always? “Turned out,” he continues, voice lowering as if afraid the walls might rat him out, “I unknowingly sold my soul to a bunch of devils. Instead of being an attorney for a big company, I’m now everybody’s private little cleanup boy.”

“Well I've never seen beauty quite like that. The deal is yours, Diavolo. I'll even add an extra five hundred million dollars for it to become a billion dollar deal.” “Whats the catch?” “I want the girl.” My stomach flipped as I saw the devil cosplayer rise to his feet. He said something I wasn't fast enough to catch, but on closer inspection, I realized he was talking into the plug he had on. The curtain began to close. I was helped out of the glass. Before I could blink, everyone backstage had disappeared. I heard footsteps behind me and on turning, I saw the devil. “Well played.’’ He clapped. “You can’t sell me!’’ I blurted in panic.

“And your access to information increased after that marriage?” “My visibility increased,” I replied. “Access existed before.” She leaned back slightly. “Convenient distinction.” “Accurate one,” I said. A pause. The examiner glanced down, then nodded for her to continue. “You claim coercion,” Sofia said. “Yet you remained silent for years.” “Because silence was purchased,” I replied calmly. “With what?” she asked. “With fear,” I said. “And with money that wasn’t mine.” Her eyes sharpened. “You benefited from that money.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Zoe was past the point of being intimidated. She shrugged, as casual as could be. “You’re definitely not an angel anyway. You’re a devil.” She paused, leaning in close to his ear to whisper, “A lustful, perverted devil.” “...” Apparently, he had been too easy on her, because this little brat was getting way too bold. Aaron didn’t say another word. He turned his attention back to bathing her, focusing on every detail with cold precision, but he refused to look at her. No matter what she said, he gave her the silent treatment.