The Devil's Deal Book Novels & Stories

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

I open my eyes the moment I hear my mobile ringing. And he wasn’t there anymore, where the hell did, he go? Did I really just kiss a demon? My head starts to spin as slowly the things started to sink in. I just made a deal with a demon, sold my body to him, and I freaking nearly made out with him. Okay, hot but still a demon, what the hell is wrong with me. And the guy- demon then just disappears on me. As if real humans retaliating wasn’t enough.

Russell informed me. My blood bubbled in my veins at the implication of what he was saying. "Doesn't sound all that discreet if everyone knows about it anyway." He guffawed. "Word of advice son." My jaw clenched tight together at him referring to me as son. The last person who had called me that was buried in a shallow grave somewhere on the outskirts of the city. I shook my head to erase the dark thoughts, focusing on the current conversation. "The flesh trade might be lucrative, but there's a reason greater men than you have steered clear of it." He said. "It has a way of ruining a person's soul, and I'm not even talking about the pretty merchandise. You_"

she cried as his lifeless body plummeted to the floor. Pebbles ran to the only place she could think of, the closet that rested on the second floor of the devil's mansion, but when she got there, another devil was awaiting her. “Did you miss me, Pretty Pebbles?” Harrison grabbed her and shoved her inside. “How I've missed you." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pebbles tried to scream, but her mouth was sewn shut. She thought to punch him, but her hands and feet were bound. Terror seeped from her pores when she lowered her head and realized she was naked and positioned for the devil to enter her.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

But how the hell could he appear so beautiful as I had expected him to look ugly on the outside just like he was on the inside? “Its because I was created by God and was once one of his so called beloved angels of light.’’ The devil then said standing up. I looked at him in shock wondering how he had read my mind. ‘’Oh please, don’t tell me you have forgotten me already. I have always been in your head Nathan, whispering to you, persuading you to do my bidding.’’ The devil then continued while I looked at him in shock. ‘’And you were one of my favorite humans, always listening to me and letting me manipulate you through my demons. From greed, revenge, hatred to lust. You rich people are just

That woman wouldn't even talk to me, how the heck was I supposed to get her to give up her soul? "That's impossible." "The first deal still stands too, either way you do one of them and you get your soul back. You fail, you die." His eyes looked like there was fire burning beneath them, I had to tear my eyes away. "But--" I had so many protests but the Devil was already pulling up his hoodie and it might have been my eyes playing tricks on me but he seemed to be fading gradually into the night. "You have a week, Ruby Davies and no one makes deals with me and goes back on them, Belinda Johnson is about to learn that."

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

One slip and he’ll tear straight through. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. The deal he forced me into is just smoke. A distraction. He doesn’t own me, and he never will. Which is why, the next morning, when I pass him in the hall and he smirks at me like the devil who thinks he owns my soul, I smile back. Sweet. Harmless. Obedient. And inside, I sharpen my knives. Because deals with the devil always end one way. In fire.

The heavy glass paperweight it had been under crashed to the floor. “Bought?” he sneered, eyes gleaming with dark fury. “I designed that auction. I set the entire game in motion. They were merely the stagehands.” His voice dropped, lethal and cold. “They don’t get to dictate terms to me.” The image of Arabella flashed in his mind. The memory made his blood boil. “They sold her to me, but make no mistake, Alex,” Lucas muttered, his tone a venomous promise, “they were just a pass-through. A transaction. The moment I signed, she ceased to be part of their business.”