A Vow Of Hate Novels & Stories

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

I wanted the word to be bigger than all of them, wanted it to make me feel less like a body that had been used and more like a will that could move mountains. “I swear,” I said again. “I swear on everything stolen, on every hand that slapped me, every voice that spat at me, every laugh that was louder than mercy, every time they told me I was nothing. I swear I will make them understand the weight of what they did.” The vow tasted bloody. Sometimes words did. Swallowing it felt like swallowing metal. The memories stacked behind my vows like a row of ragged teeth. I let them come forward one by one, because if I was going to build a hunger, I wanted it to be honest.

They call him the most dangerous billionaire in New York City, and I still went ahead and fell in love with him. Now my heart is broken. I take a deep breath, stiffen my jaw and give him my own vows; “On this day, Mason Lachlan, I vow to hate you until I draw my last breath. I loved you once, maybe a part of me still does, but I vow never, ever to show you that weak part of me ever again. I'm broken because you broke me, but I vow to pick myself from the pieces and when I do, I vow to fight back.

I listen further. “I’ll become his sex teacher and deal with me. Fucking hate homphobic people!” I tremble. “So he’s come for revenge?” I tighten my fist. “I’ll show him how much I hate gays.” Both of us vow from both ends. I can’t tell if he hears but being a superior Alpha, I hear every single word. Each earns a gulp and vow from me. Our business is set to be the deadliest of all. I just can’t wait. For a while, I’m distracted to notice the pains in full but then it comes again.

I would have tortured him and made him plead for death first. It was the pain from that day that cemented my hatred for the humans. It was what fueled me to make a decree when I was still a young boy at eight, to kill every single human in existence. After my father became a shadow of himself and slowly slipped into madness, I made a vow to keep up with my promise to the people.

she says calmly. Her human side of her face is suddenly filled with tears and I watch in surprise as they drop down her cheeks. “I…I didn't know,” I say hoarsely. “I hated you!” “As you hated yourself. You vowed to never love again, and now that love has found you, you feel you must push it away and refuse it,” the goddess say. “Yes,” I nod. “Because I made the vow and I can't take it back.” “Your vow was of hatred. I release you from it and I command you as the mother of all life, to replace it with love.”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

To only have her move her head to a side, avoiding his intense gaze. "You are right. I still would have rejected you." Grabbing her jaw harshly, he makes her look back at him. Seething. "After all you are nothing but a curse on us werewolves. A disgrace , a mistake!" She feels tears at the brim of her eyelids, why? So much hate? So much detest. What hasn't she done for him. Why? "Why...why do you hate me so much Volkan. What...what wrong did I even do? I went in the hunters territory at your orders..I stayed there...I survived. What else do you need for me to do to prove my loyalty?"

Not in a way that would please him. "Do you have any idea what I hate the most, little wolf?" Vladimir pondered, his tone so close to normal. His fingers brushed over the rim of the brand, following the mark Alexandria had burned into her shoulder. Her muscles flexed under his touch, but she did not respond. That resistance—it made him shiver. He smiled. "I hate hope," he whispered. "I hate the idiots who hold on to it, hoping it will miraculously save them." He drew closer, his hot breath on her shivering lips.

His eye slit with resentment, "You're nothing but a prisoner. A traitor who led mine to die. How could I ever forget that." Violet remained tight lipped even though his accusation and his venomous tone pierced her deeply. He stood over her, "and what did you say about that uglyface? You think he is invncible? Some God that no one can touch." he snarled in pure hatred. He hated Zen with his guts. He had never hated someone as much as he hated that bastard. There was only one goal of his life now. Ad that was to kill him. To erase his existence. He was like a fucking thorn to his eyes, always irking him.