Novel & Cerita Broken Vow Sophie Lark

I eventually proposed to Lark and let the Kingdom know, we were planning our wedding and mating when I found out the Supremes were back and going to kill, King Roman. Sophie had her issues with her father and I moved on waiting until the day he would be killed, I had accepted that Sophie was married and mated and I was moving on with the woman I loved. Polly cut in and said, "That is where you came in, Chloe, Clark finally confided in me and I was shocked, I wanted to tell you Barron but he pulled the sworn-to-secrecy spell and I couldn't tell you even if I tried, so I decided to get Chloe to do the spell so they won't feel each other." Chloe cut in, "And I did the spell but he wanted it so

Above them, the matriarch rose slowly from her seat, her eyes narrowing, lips pressed into a thin line. “You disappoint me,” she said coldly. Dorian didn’t look at her. “I’m not here to entertain you anymore,” he replied. “I never was.” The words hung in the air like smoke—defiant, dangerous. Dorian turned his back to both Jaxon and the blood-stained arena floor. He walked with a slow, deliberate pace toward the small pedestal where the black invitation lay. The very thing they’d been forced to fight for, like dogs scrambling for scraps under their mother’s table.

She was my mate so she could stop my wolf but would her scream be enough to do that? Just when my wolf was about to slice Luke's head, He jumped out of the way, rolled on the ground and stopped far away from me. My wolf growled lowly, it cocked its head to the side as if it was mocking Luke's last attempt. "King Magnus!' Sophie's voice came again and this time, it was closer to me but my wolf did not bother to look at her. It pushed itself toward Luke and swiped its claws, making a large cut on Luke's side and that way, Luke collapsed on the ground and passed away.

“For months, every time we breathed a sigh of relief, another storm hit us. I kept waiting for the floor to drop out again.” “The floor isn’t going anywhere,” Dominic promised, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, deep kiss that filled her with an incredible sense of warmth and security. “We built a foundation that can’t be broken.” They stood together by the window for a long time, held close in each other’s arms, watching the golden sunlight stream across the polished wooden floor. The estate was silent, peaceful, and entirely whole. Later that afternoon, as the sun began its slow descent toward the western hills, Sophie decided to walk down to the archives room in the basement to ret

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I cried as l held a jar of my mom's ashes, standing right in front of her grave witg drake and Sophie behind me, mom your child is here to see you,l said dripping, Excuse me Drake said and head off Drake said to watch the sunset with me,this cemetery is a detour,sophie said mockingly, stepping closer to me,l don't know about it and I don't care either l said, drawing closer to my mom's grave with a heart full of pain,sophie dragged my hand as l try kneeling, Am talking to you and you pretend not to hear me,immediately she snatched the jar and smashed it, my mouth wide agasp,my heart shattered,my hands trembling as my eyes furrowed,my eyes darted towards her as l landed her a heavy slap,do yo

The leather creaked under my grip. "The plan wasn't to give you a child, Liam," Sophia said, and now her smile was wide and joyless. "The plan was to give you a war inside your own home. The goal was to make you love a ghost. To tie your heart to a promise, and then reveal that promise as a lie. To make you look at the woman you love and the child you wanted and feel nothing but betrayal and poison. To maker you question every touch, every word, every hope." She was right. She was describing the exact acid now burning through my soul.

Then a feminine voice—sharp and rushed—came through. “Is this Mr. Damon?” “Yes,” I replied, my patience already wearing thin. “Who’s—" “I’m Nurse Sophie. I work at St. Mary’s Hospital." My grip tightened around the phone slightly. “St Mary’s?” “Yes, sir. Your wife was brought in here a while ago,” she said, panic seeping into her voice. “She tried to kill herself.” My heart sank instantly. “What did you say?” I asked again, each word slower than the last.

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”