Novel & Cerita The Devil's Deal Book

“You lied to bury me.” Amaiya hissed, “You abandoned me.” “I was taken,” he said simply. “And you made a bargain with the devil to hide it.” Rowan. The name hung between them like smoke. Amaiya backed away, her eyes glinting with fear or madness. “He’ll kill you all for this.” I stepped forward, fire burning faint blue across my skin. “No, Amaiya. This time, he’ll watch you burn.” Amaiya screamed, trying to summon power, but nothing came. The bond she’d used was gone with Rowan’s shadow.

However, Luca’s next words bring me back to the scene. “I have a deal for you..but in exchange, you’re going to be my mistress.” Those words, those exact words and that glint of hope in drunk me’s eyes. They would become the reason for my problems. “You’re lucky. A deal with the devil is what you need right now.” What? Devil?

“Don’t let the live-lovelaugh attitude fool you Mae, she doesn’t think of anyone but herself.” “And you do? You’re one to talk about damage. You were going to tear apart the home of more than a hundred! What do you call that?” “Business.” He griped. “it’s called. Fucking. Business. A concept you wouldn’t understand because you’re too busy trying to find an easy way out of your problems.” The nerve of this man to judge me. He was born with choices while I was dealt with cards, we could not be any more different. Easy way out my ass.

I feel like I need her to understand why I did what I did. “Did you ever think he needed the money? Maybe he was poor and had a family?” “Generally, anyone who comes to me needs money. It doesn’t matter what it’s for, Katie. If you make a deal with the devil for your soul and lose, he will take it. Well, in this case, I’m the devil. They made the deal, I was just following through with the soul taking part.” Her nose tips up, and her eyes grow with a fire that makes my dick ache.

I mumbled angrily, flickering my gaze to his moist lips. He ignored my angry mumble, his smile dark and dangerous. "Listen V...." He brought his lips next to my ear "When you think clearly about the situation you are presently in...." He whispered softly but I knew the danger coming wouldn't be so gentle. "You won't have any choice than to make that deal with this devil" I shivered involuntarily at the firmness in every word, especially the last two words 'This devil' He is the devil and he knew that.

He’s a Playboy escort. “I’m offering you a deal. We both help each other and deal with our problems until they’re solved. I won’t accept your money. You can keep it.” My eyes widen in disbelief. “But remember,” he proceeds. “Once you invite the devil into your home, you don't get to ask him to leave until the contract is up.” He stretches his hand forward. “Deal?”

Try not to miss me too much before then. Arrogant bastard. But as I stepped into the elevator and watched the doors c lose on Salvatore Tower, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just made a deal with the devil himself.

And now… Richard. He had made a deal with a devil. And he wasn’t sure who was burning faster—him or the people around him.

GINA "WHAT THE FUCK!" "You're yelling, sweetheart," he said calmly as he leaned back on his seat and grinned sinisterly. "Don't call me that!" "Does that mean we don't have a deal?" he asked. "You brought negotiation to me and I've just told you my terms. You only have to do as I say and you get what you want. You could also refuse and go home empty-handed and dejected. It's your choice." "Anything but that, please," I said, feeling defeated. "I don't want to be anyone's slave."

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.