How To Make A Deal With Devil Without Losing Your Soul?

They say don't make deals with the devil. But what if it's the devil you know? Caution! This might make you lose your morals, question if you've ever been horny, take away your innocence, until you lose yourself with each nut. Warning, this may get really slippery. I'd advise you to grab some tissues. I didn't need tissues. Andrade's tongue licked the wine as it flowed down my hole. In a swift motion that made me lose my mind. His firm hands pulled me closer, spreading me as he fucked me with his tongue. “Fucking virgin..” he muttered. Don't talk with your mouth full. Hell, I didn't know I was gay until I met Andrade. And now, all I wanted was his big cock inside of me. How did I go from marrying his sister to being his little plaything? Well, I've made a deal with the devil, and I signed it with my body.

“One hundred days to save my brother. One hundred days to survive a monster.” Maya Rivers is drowning. With her twelve-year-old brother’s life hanging by a thread and hospital bills she can’t pay, she is forced to make a deal with the devil. For $10 million, she agrees to a 100-day marriage contract with Ethan Wellington, the cold, volatile heir to a massive empire. Her mission? To bring back the "good man" Ethan once was before tragedy shattered his soul. But Ethan is a living nightmare. Consumed by rage and convinced his grandfather is responsible for the accident that killed his family, he has turned his back on the world. The only person he trusts is his Uncle Marcus—everyone else is just a target for his cruelty. Now, Maya must survive 100 days in a house filled with secrets and spite. But in a game where the rules are written in blood, will she tame the devil... or be consumed by his darkness?

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used to fall apart over everything." He was right. The old me would have thrown a fit over something as small as him forgetting to cut my steak. But ever since the miscarriage, my heart had been dying by slow degrees. When I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I wanted him to be the first to know. But I couldn't reach him, no matter how many times I called. I lost the baby. I hemorrhaged. That very afternoon, while I lay on the operating table, a photo of him and that woman hit the entertainment headlines. He never even knew I had carried a child. Now there was only one last thing I wanted from him. To drive me up to the northern coast, and bury me with his own hands. But when he realized I had truly vanished from this world, he came undone.

After my prays didn't seem to be heard by god, I was getting more and more desperate. To me, each passing minute was like my time with my mom was slipping away from my hands and I felt so frustrated, so helpless that I couldn't do a thing about it. It was my last resort, if not only. I made a deal with devil.

He smirked, knowing he was on the winning side. "So it's a done deal for three months?" He raised his eyebrows, putting his hand forth for a handshake. I looked at the long fingers and perfectly aligned nails and then at his patient face. Sighing to myself I my own hand into his and ignored the tingles that flowed through every nerve as his fingers curled around my hand and shook it lightly. "Yeah three months." "Goodnight then." He winked, removing his hand from mine and turned to walk away. "Hey wait!" I called out, suddenly remembering something. "You don't have my number." "What makes you think that? I have my ways Smith." And with one last wink I saw him take a turn and disappear from my sight. I let out a long breath, leaning on the nearby wall. Looks like I just made a deal with the Devil. * A sarcastic girl, a cocky guy. Throw in some mystery, murder, filthy jokes, wonderful friends, tons of kisses, secrets, surprises, eye-rolls and a killer on run. And you have got yourself a story never read before. ***So grab a cup of hot chocolate, some chips and a warm blanket and get ready to laugh, cry and bite your lip in anticipation. Enjoy!!

"You are so sexy" he whispered into my ear, he was started sucking on my neck, trailing kisses slowly to my neckbone. I let out a whimper when he harshly sucked on my shoulder. He progressed to raising my skirts and running his hands on my lap meanwhile I was unconsciously grinding him, I heard him moan at the back of his throat. Elizabeth Smith, a sweet, loving, and pretty girl who has no family except her best friend is looking for a job to support herself. She gets a job in a big company to work directly with the boss and that was the beginning of the end. She was forced to make a deal with the devil, will the deal bring joy to her or pain and suffering?