The Devil's Bargain Book Novels & Stories

Carlos's POV I watched her hand tremble as she slid the signed contract across the ebony table. The ink of her initials E.B. still glistened, and the sight of it sent a dark thrill straight through my veins. She was mine. One hundred million dollars' worth of fire and fear and reluctant beauty, now bound to me in black and white. The deal was done. She completely belonged to the Devil now.

" Lillian, if you wanted a house, you should have told me. My brother doesn't do things for free. And his terms are dangerous." I swallowed, that familiar tension growing in the pit of my stomach again." I know, and I didn't want a house, he offered it." His eyes widened, a worried expression on his face." There's always a price attached when you bargain with the devil." I snorted." Zayden is human not a devil."

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?

The way he exuded control, the way he seemed untouchable, unshakable… and yet, somehow, intensely focused on her. “When you get drunk you ask if I am rich. If I could give you everything you want” he said, stopping in front of her again. “And now… I’m offering it. But there’s a price. One you’ve already agreed to pay.” Her throat went dry. “And if I refuse?” His eyes darkened. “Refusal isn’t an option, Yesha. You signed. You agreed. You belong to me—whether you accept it or not. And the sooner you understand that, the sooner this will all be… easier.”

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

"It was an extremely shady business. In fact, it was money laundering and a few other illegal offences included. They said they needed to trade a few materials I wasn't privy to, but it was gonna yield a massive amount of money. To evade the law, they needed reputable businesses to receive the money as a form of investment and then pay the agreed amount to an individual. That way, we get to keep our cut and they get to keep theirs." "Let me guess, you lost the money," I sighed. "I swear, I never got paid," he said. "But they somehow have evidence that shows that I did. Now, I'm being accused of stealing the money that I learned belonged to the most powerful man in the underground mafia." "Wh

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

“It’s a tough choice. Maybe I should try both of you out one more time before I give you a final verdict?” Aaron closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to strangle her. He let out a cold, sharp laugh. “Have you ever seen an angel with plucked wings? Or maybe a dried-out angel?” Zoe instinctively imagined Ryan being hung up like a piece of beef jerky or a plucked chicken. It was a pathetic mental image. She shivered and shook her head. “I was right. You’re a devil. A mean, cruel devil.” Aaron gave her backside a sharp, warning pinch. “I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.”

“We can both agree we didn’t know things would and could get this intense between us. The potential was there, but I obviously doubted your appeal. The contract can be amended. “I like it just fine. Mr Crowe.” “What would it take to make you change your mind? I want you to be honest.” He looked determined enough. I bit my lip contemplating “On the off chance that i wanted this…the way you speak to me would have to change entirely.” “What’s wrong with the way i talk.” Now he just looked amused. “The fact that you don’t see anything wrong with negotiating my body like it’s a business is a problem.” “ Through negotiation things are clear: there are no unwanted expectations at the end of our arr

I threw myself directly into his path, my hands coming up to grip his rigid, unyielding shoulders. “Look at me,” I pleaded, forcing a layer of false, intense desire into my hazel eyes as I looked up at him. “Forget the window. Forget the storm. You said you wanted to claim your investment tonight... so claim it.” Dante went completely still. His silver eyes locked onto mine, searching my face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade. The tension in the room was suffocating, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Right outside the glass, Julian was one shadow away from a bullet, and the monster in front of me held all the cards.