I Sold My Soul To The Devil Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

I stood alone under the streetlight, the takeout box now cold and useless in my hand. My knees shook, my stomach churned. I had just sold my soul to the devil.

But if this gave us even the slimmest chance at survival, then it was worth it. As long as we lived. I made up my mind. I slowly looked up into the eyes of my predator, and in that moment, I finally understood what it felt like to sell your soul to the devil. “I’ll do it,”

“Signing a contract to sell your soul.” Sell her soul?

As the elevator descended, only one filthy, terrifying thought filled my mind. I had just sold myself to the devil. And the worst part was, a dark, aching part of me could not wait to see what he would do to me next. ---

One day, I’ll take revenge on everyone who wronged me. “I sold myself to the devil to survive. Now, I’ll use the devil’s name to bury you all.” I stare at the list of names, my fingers tightening around the pen until my knuckles turn white. Just writing them down feels like summoning ghosts I swore I’d never see again. They thought I’d vanish. That I’d crumble. But I’m still here. And I’ve aligned myself with a monster far more dangerous than any of them. A knock on the door breaks my thoughts. I quickly fold the paper and slip it into the drawer.

"Well, let me break it to you. Even if I had to sell every organ in your body, it still wouldn't be enough to cover what you made me lose. Even if you had to serve me for a century, it wouldn't make a dent in my loss." I could feel the anger boiling inside me, fueling my words. "Then go ahead, just kill me! End this charade and be done with it. I won't sell my soul to the devil just to save my own skin." He let out a deep rumble, a mixture of frustration and amusement. "The devil? Don’t you think too highly of me, honey?" "I'm not afraid of you or death itself. Throw knives at me, feed me to your dogs, do whatever psychotic thing your vile mind comes up with, but I won't sign that stupid con