Books About Loyalty Novels & Stories

When the lady-in-waiting knocked on the door and told me to go to lunch, the elder William stopped me and said, "Miss, your answer to the question of loyalty is perfect. Would you like to hear my answer to that question?" "Of course, Willlam. It's an honor to hear you understand." “I think our loyalty includes not only loyalty to the king, but also loyalty to our mates. If someone gets love through deception and conspiracy, I think it's not loyalty but betrayal, right?” I looked at the elder William's sudden grave face, and I was secretly nervous. Has my plan with Prince Kral been discovered?

I have heard that finding one’s mate leads to an inseparable bond, but I never imagined I would be this miserable. Tobias picks me up at the airport. Growing up, he was one of the few members of the pack with whom I had a relationship. He is in our top warrior group and my eyes and ears when I’m away. I sometimes feel that he is more loyal to me than Gabriel. I’ve been worrying about this causing a problem, but my brother hasn’t noticed it yet.

“I’m not interested in sharing myself emotionally or physically with someone else just to balance what Josh is doing.” Her tone wasn’t bitter. It was simply clear. “That’s not who I am.” Thelma looked at her for a long moment. “So you’re just going to stay loyal to someone who isn’t loyal to you?” Diamond gave a small, almost tired smile. “Loyalty isn’t something you give because the other person deserves it.” She paused. “It’s something you give because it reflects who you are.” Thelma let out a quiet breath. “Well,” he said after a moment, “that makes rejecting me sound very noble.”

“They’re loyal. To me, yes, but also to you now. They’d put their lives between you and any blade. When the walls close in, they’ll be there. No questions. No hesitation.” Lyra’s fingers lingered against her teacup, her lashes lowering as if considering his words. “Loyalty can be noisy,” she said quietly. Elias allowed the corner of his mouth to twitch faintly. “Noisy. Irritating. Reckless. Yes. But loyal all the same.” He came to stand near the fire, shadows cutting across the sharp planes of his face. His voice steadied again, carrying the weight of something unshakable. “And loyalty, Lyra… is not something I’ll ever dismiss. Not from them. And not from myself.”

The same blend that once brought a city to its knees. There was a traitor in this room. A man who killed my daughter and thought I’d lie down like a mutt and die with her. No. I wasn’t waiting. I was watching. “I’ve always admired this group,” I said as I poured the rest of my wine onto the floor. “So full of loyalty, history, strength. But you know the funny thing about loyalty?” I paused at the head of the table again. “It dies easier than love. Slower, but uglier.”

“I’ve always been loyal.” “Loyal?” I repeated, my voice dangerously calm. “Do you know what loyalty means, Lorenzo? It means knowing where your place is, it means not making deals behind my back. It means not trying to undermine my authority, when you know I’m dealing with more important sh*t. Loyalty is knowing that you don’t act on your own unless I give you the go-ahead.” Lorenzo stepped back, finally meeting my eyes. “I didn’t think you were going to hear about it, I thought I was doing the right thing, I'm sorry.”

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

"We partied too hard last night and forgot to use protection—don't forget to buy morning-after pills for your wife." Looking at the woman's smooth bare back and the red mole on her neck in the photo, I felt absolutely nothing. Again. Five years of marriage, and this wasn't the first time. Kathy liked to test me this way. She called it her "little experiment." The first time, she "accidentally" left a receipt for condoms on the nightstand. I got angry and confronted her, but she just smiled with contempt. "Why are you so petty? My girlfriends and I bought that on purpose just to see how you'd react." The second time was on our wedding anniversary. A guy showed up at our door with a bouq

I sighed, relaxing my shoulders before grabbing the cup from him. “He is your man. You ever thought he wanted you to reach out? Antonio’s a loyal man, he served under me for years… the only time he betrayed me was for Isabella… and even then, he had no idea he was putting me in danger. He just wanted to help Isabella out, you know. Thought I was torturing her and shit.” I waited for him to continue, wondering where, when, and how this had anything to do with me.

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking