I am Mephistopheles, the buyer of human souls. If you’d hoped for a gripping first line then sorry to disappoint you, mate, this is the best you can get from me.

A holiday, ages in the making, goes sour

He yells with a mouth wide open enough for a swallow to nest in. Panting and gasping, he moves his hands and eyes all over his body, to check if he has transformed into a woman just as in one of his unfinished stories

While I was spending a great portion of my family fortune, my half brother had earned a sizeable fortune himself. The bastard’s wealth was mocking my noble blood, and finally it was intolera