The Devil's Bargain Book Novels & Stories

"Hmm, yes, no matter who he is, he can't actually be a devil, right? Tanya asked back as she didn't know why Lydia was acting that way about the devil. "The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn.

Xavier—God, Xavier—he just stood there, every line of his body shaking, as if chained by his silence. I didn’t look back. Couldn’t. As they dragged me toward the waiting SUV, I locked my jaw and burned Carl’s words into my skull. A devil’s bargain only works if you believe the devil holds all the cards. And I swore – he didn’t. At least not forever.

I made a calculated guess and it turned out to be true. She seems satisfied by my answer. "I see. And you and Baron are close friends?" "Something like that. Not friends, more like business partners." "Does he know you're the Devil of Deals?" "He doesn't need to know," She sit up, her eyes inquisitive. "How exactly did you become the Devil of Deals?" For a while, I think about it. The earliest answer I have is seeing how brutal Mordecai was with his deals, and the many loopholes that existed in them, and deciding to do something different. Get deals down in ink, with laid out consequences.

So smile brighter, love harder, and take chances. If I hadn't taken that chance of making a deal with the Devil, I wouldn't have found someone who would hold back my hair when I puked after drinking too much. I wouldn't have found someone to hold me close when I cried over lame drama scenes. I wouldn't have found someone to love and cherish. This Deal with the Devil is probably the best thing to happen to me. And I wouldn't change a thing. -- You did it! Yay!! AND I bow down to you for reading this book. A BIG FAT VIRTUAL HUG!

Here is the confession of “Demon’s Bargain.” --- **Story 10: Demon’s Bargain** **Chapter 1** Lila Voss was done being weak. At twenty-six, her life had become a nightmare of betrayal. Her fiancé had cleaned out their joint account and run off with her best friend. Debt collectors were calling. Her job was hanging by a thread. Everything was falling apart. So she did the one thing her grandmother had always warned her against. She summoned a demon. The old grimoire had been hidden in her grandmother’s attic for decades. Lila followed the ritual exactly — black candles, fresh blood from her palm, the ancient words spoken at midnight under a blood moon.

If this is the only way to make Blake and his family pay for everything I’ve been through, I’ll take it with both hands. “I… I accept.” I whispered. When he turned back to me, the smile on his face wasn’t supposed to be handsome at all. But chilling as it was, it was devastatingly handsome. “Good choice, Scarlett.” “I have conditions.” I blurted before thinking. Because when making a deal with the devil, you have to be wise enough to give yourself some wiggle room, And I definitely just made a deal with the devil. His smile broadened. “Oh? Let’s hear it then.”

“But you’ll find, Miss Hart, that my world doesn’t operate on simple rules. Be prepared for complications.” “I can handle it,” Ava said, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. Damien stood, extending his hand. “Then we have a deal.” Ava hesitated before shaking his hand, her stomach churning. As his fingers closed around hers, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil.

Nothing except a hollow emptiness that threatened to swallow me whole. Then I made the greatest mistake of my existence. I summoned the Devil. Still, that memory filled me with disgust. He appeared from darkness itself. Smiling, patient, and waiting. As though he had known I would come. "You seek revenge." It wasn't a question and I nodded. The Devil grinned. "Then I shall help you." Every bargain demands payment, I knew that yet I accepted anyway. He transformed me into a creature that made me thirst for human blood, crave destruction, and into something far worse than a monster.

I was too engulfed that I didn't know when I reached out to touch it. I ran my hands shamelessly on him, and he caught it roughly. "Don't do that!" He said immediately, and his brows became wrinkled as his expression hardened. "The part which you thread is dangerous," he said, running his hands on my lips. "And I would like to explore it," I said immediately, holding onto his hands. I didn't know what I was doing and if this was desperation, but I wanted to be free tonight. Dora would be proud to know I bagged a man, and that I was getting over my depression phase.

I honestly cannot picture the Devil being much worse than this man that ice seen do despicable things to his wife that he claims to love and to his biological daughter, the Devil will have to bring some mean competition to beat this man. "I'll do you one, you don't mess up my deal I don't mess up your mother, do we have an agreement?" He offers like the Devil he is, he mock offers a handshake and I refuse to touch him, he insists, staring me deep in the eyes with his palm stretched out toward me, tired of the eye contact I reach out and shake the old Devil's wrinkled hand.