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All Chapters of Deal With The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14
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Chapter 11 Accepting The Devil's Offer
Deal With The Devil/Melancholant
"I don't need your help." This is crazy. Why did they let him stay here with me? Do they really think it's a good idea to keep him near me? When did they start trusting vigilantes like him? I furrowed my brows. Cole is just sitting across the room. He's acting like we're friends or something."Looks like I don't need to say it anyway. It's in your head, isn't it?" He's talking about the deal he's been blabbing about. Apparently, he believes I'm a baby who needs daddy's protection. Well, screw that. I don't need his protection. I don't need a serial killer protecting me. That sounds stupid. It's like a lion storing its food for tomorrow.I turned my body to him. Making sure that I catch his full attention. "Listen. People entrust their safety to people whom they can trust..." The two corners of his lips lifted. "...and I don't trust you obviously. Not now. Not never. Not a chance," I said brutally. I didn't mind hurting his feelings. He's a serial killer. A literally sober psychopath
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Chapter 12 The Devil's Protection
Deal With The Devil/Melancholant
Every step I take comes with more than one inmate watching me. Well, who wouldn't? I look different from the rest of them. They look like thugs waiting for a perfect time to start chaos and I look like a weakling who can't defend himself from a mosquito.I can't also ignore the obvious fact that they're not only staring at me. They're also staring at the guy walking with me.Cole"Looks like I found someone to kill for me..." I mumbled sarcastically and looked at him.He sneered.Sergeant Livioski came to told me that one of the druggies who attacked me yesterday passed away. His body wasn't working properly already because of the drugs when Cole beat him. "It's his fault that he died."My lips were left hanging open because of shock. I can't believe him.Really? He's going to justify what he did? If I had known it will come to this where one guy has to die, I wouldn't be glad that he came to save me.What do I expect from a serial killer? Lives don't matter to him."So, what? You'
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Chapter 13 The Devil's Den
Deal With The Devil/Melancholant
Just like what Cole told me to do. I followed him. I hate to take orders from him, but I really need that phone right now. I wasn't really expecting anything from his cell, but I was left speechless when we entered his crib that happens to be next to mine. "Why do you have a king size bed?" I asked with an amazed expression. He didn't answer and just went straight to the small table beside his bed. He opened the drawer and took out a noticeably latest model phone. What the... Cole threw me a glance and waved the phone in his hand. "Do you want it or not?" he asked using his playful voice. I gulped. It's not supposed to be attractive. I limped towards him to snatch the phone. "Where did you get all these?" I asked while scanning the whole room. He's got everything. My eyes turned small when I noticed a small fridge.He shrugged his shoulders."I just do."I rolled my eyes. Of course, his answer didn't satisfied me. I turned my back at him as I start to tap on his phone. I sighed
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Chapter 14 Connected
Deal With The Devil/Melancholant
Bright’s P.O.V.Cole is standing there, his forehead resting against the wall. Blood streaks down the concrete in dark smears, and his shoulders are trembling.“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed.He doesn’t respond.I glance over my shoulder, checking the corridor for guards. No one’s here. Not yet. The guards in this wing are lazy, more concerned with their poker games than actual patrols.Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. The locks on some of these cells are jokes if you know how to handle them, and I’ve had a lot of time to learn. But his door is surprisingly open all the freaking time like it was meant to be like that.I step inside and grab his arm. His skin is cold, clammy.“Cole,” I say, softer this time.He turns his head toward me, and for a moment, I see something in his eyes that makes my stomach twist. It’s not fear or pain—it’s... emptiness. Like the guy I’ve seen smirking and making snide comments all these weeks isn’t there anymore.“Come on,” I say, pulli
Last Updated : 2024-12-02
