The Deal Novels & Stories

Doctor Frederick replied, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Kalmia, how is your health?" Mr. Stanley asked in a softened tone. Kalmia spoke weakly but reassuringly. "I am fine, sir." Mr. Jude's face beamed with relief. "I'm glad you are recovering. Let's hurry up and sign the documents." In no time, I brought the contracts, and the investors began to study them closely. After some minutes of studying, Mr. Jude nodded. "Satisfactory." A sealed $250 million investment with the signing of the documents.

“Yeah?” “You know that new guy I’ve been seeing? He works at the bathhouse, and he overheard some cartel guys talking.” Her eyes were wide, a mix of excitement and fear. “There’s going to be a drug trade tonight at that new club—and it’s going to get messy. Like, a bloodbath.” “What new club?” I asked. “Uh… what’s it called again? Yeah—Ortega.” Something prickled at the back of my mind. Where had I heard that name before?

“Deal.” Shit.

“Let’s make a deal.” He whispers into my ear. ” Deal? What kind of deal?” I asked while my feet won’t stop trembling. One thing that I knew for sure is that he isn’t some normal human. But what is he exactly? “Nothing serious just a simple deal. You give your body when the right time comes.” His completely pitch-black eyes are terrifying me as he speaks. Give my body? What does he mean by that? So, I exactly asked that.

"We got a deal?" ◇

“Do we have a deal?” “Ten million dollars. One million in cash. Four million to the account I will provide, and five million in bitcoin. I’ll call you when to meet, no cops, no extra heads. If I found out you’re bringing your buddies from Osmium, the deal is off. Take your lady friend with you.” “Why?” I stared at Olive, who was looking at me. “If you betray me, I’ll shoot her in the leg to slow you down.” Lynx mouthed. “Ask for proof.”

I retorted, giving him an over sweet smile. "Don't make me repent this deal." "Oh, I already am." "Remember $8000." I waved him off. "Yeah yeah. Whatever." He smirked, knowing he got me there. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake.

‘Deal Rejected. His jaw clenched as he read the words again, fury igniting in his chest. “‘Ughh! What the fuck!” This deal had been crucial—something he’d worked on for months. Yet, just like that, it had slipped through his fingers. His grip on the wine glass tightened until— CRACK!

"Either way, it's not like it matters. Our deal has an expiration date." "Unless you two decide it doesn't."

“Hundred million dollars or not!” “It was a fucking deal. We made a fucking deal!” Leonardo, gathering his strengths jolted forward to him and a raucous laughter fled his cold lips as his hands held him back. “A deal with who?” Colton asked. “With the devil—you know you don’t do that.”