Don't Date the Devils Son
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"You didn't sell your soul for nothing, did you?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Soul? What are you talking about?"
"Come on Cass, don't you remember falling through your own floor?"
My eyes widened in realization, was that dream...real?
"Wait, so your my," I paused unable to say the word.
"Boyfriend?" He winked at me," That's right, you signed the contract, you shook hands with the Devil. You made the deal."
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Cass's life is miserable. When local mean girl, Marcy Pendelton, threatens her big time. The only way out of trouble is to bring her boyfriend to Marcy's party.
The problem is she doesn't have one, and not a single guy in the state would even dare to date her. So when the Devil himself offers to give her a boyfriend in exchange for her soul, she takes the deal. Unfortunately, he sends his care-free son. Who lacks social skills, subtlety, and all-around human decency.
So on top of all her problems, she's stuck with a boyfriend who keeps dragging her into trouble.
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