The Devil's Bargain Book Novels & Stories

“The devil is here giving you an offer. Alpha Vladimir began sniffing the side of my face down to my neck. I closed my eyes as he started putting his hand under my skirt. If sleeping with the devil would make me Adrian’s queen, then so be it. I live for Adrian Patterson and probably die for him too. With that, I sealed a contract with the demon himself. And honestly, I didn’t regret doing so. I could gamble with anyone as long as Adrian would be the prize.

the devil called as Natalia and I marched past the waiting line of souls. As we walked back down the steps of the spire, Natalia stayed next to my side. I slid the contract up my sleeve and commanded it to hide beneath my skin. I turned my hand to see that tattoo of a star with a circle around it. I motioned it up my arm. I was never bargaining another contract away from me again. "I can't believe you just made a deal with the devil for me." I smiled tightly. "Neither can I."

Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest, and defeated, she picked up the pen with shaky fingers, Signing away her life to the devil, for the next six months.

he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips, “we play our own game.” He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding around her waist, pressing her flush against his hard body. The trophy, still clutched in her hand, clattered to the floor, forgotten. The scent of her perfume, ‘Rebecca,’ mingled with his cologne, a volatile, intoxicating blend. His lips descended, claiming hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that was both punishment and promise. It was a kiss of anger, of betrayal, of raw, undeniable desire. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, traitorous and alive, responded with a primal ache. The devil who was never meant to love had just shown her his true colors, and in that moment, sh

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”

How exactly is it that someone so beautiful could be so evil and cruel at the same time. How could he just sit there so casually, threatening lives without a flinch? I guess they do call him the devil for a reason. And there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. I know what he was trying to do. To humiliate me, to prove that he could be able to get me after what happened in the club the other night. Fine! If that is how he wants to play it. So the devil loves playing games? I'll give him one. “Fine,” I answered and lifted my chin stubbornly, “I will need the money sent immediately. Yes, i fucking be your pet.”

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.

he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Gianna leaned closer, a soft smirk playing on her lips. "I'm glad you asked." She took another drag. "I want twenty percent of the deal Baba is signing you off to." Vito groaned. "Two." Gianna sat back, laughing. "Hell no. Fifteen." "Five." "Ten." "Seven." Gianna studied him for a long moment, then stubbed out her cigarette. "Deal." She stood up and walked around the desk, extending her hand.

Only the foolish make deals with the devil. Only the ones drowning in pride… or pain. Because the devil doesn’t barter. He doesn’t wait at crossroads. He doesn’t ask for permission. He takes. He does not knock—he kicks down the door. He does not beg—he commands. He does not love—he consumes. He wraps his hunger in charm, his cruelty in confidence, his madness in tailored suits and cold, perfect smiles. And once you catch his eye, it’s already too late.