Broken Vow Sophie Lark Novels & Stories

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.”

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little. He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold. He had won, completely. I had finally been hurt enough. My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again. Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears. “Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

“But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending. Xavier breathes in through his nose, slowly and quietly. His jaw ticking. I shake my head again, this time with something sharper in my eyes. “But I’m done crying now.” “I’m sorry, Fiona,” Xavier says, stepping in front of me. His hand finds mine and gives a gentle tug, just enough to pull me to my feet. Then he wraps me

And Olivia realized, he already knew what she had found. Olivia stands frozen in the doorway, Ethan’s eyes locked on hers, while the torn spell page in her pocket burns like fire against her skin. If she moves, he’ll see the papers. If she speaks, he’ll know everything. And somewhere, deep in the house, she hears a whisper that does not belong to either of them: “The vow must be broken in blood.”

Her arms outstretched, face tilted towards the light as she unfurls her delicate golden-tipped wings, shedding the shackles of her past, breaking free from the cage of her broken heart. The swirling storm finally retreats back, replaced by warm, radiant hues, as a lotus flower blooms in the foreground, symbolizing spiritual rebirth and a new beginning. Veda's bold brushstrokes and intricate textures weave a narrative of freedom, hope, and resilience as the woman in the canvas rises from her own ashes and transforms into an enigma of strength and liberation. ━━━━━━━━━━

“Oh God, it felt so real.” “Tell me what you saw.” “Men breaking down doors, searching every room. They knew my name and my face.” She struggles to sit up, and her nightgown sticks to her sweat-dampened skin. “One of them had a scar across his cheek, and when he smiled, his teeth were gold.” My blood runs cold. She’s describing Tommy Marconi, one of Nico’s most brutal enforcers. The scar came from a knife fight ten years ago, and the gold teeth are his trademark. Somewhere, deep in her subconscious, she must remember him.

Karla's voice quivered, her heart gripped by an unexpected sensation. Conrad's sigh lingered in the air, his gaze steady upon Karla. "I won't return to the Watson domain, as Julia stated. I choose to start anew. Will you share this journey of hardships?" Start from scratch? The idea seemed ludicrous, her beauty a testament to her rightful claim to an easier path. "Very well, let it be a breakup then," she responded, her voice a blend of resignation and defiance.

Evely made a dreamy face, she was lost in her own dream admiring the beauty of her new cute professor, even though she was already in love with someone else. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk".. Sophia shook her head at her. "I don't know why you and other students are dying for that guy actually, f*ck he doesn't even look that cool," Sophia muttered nonchalantly taking her gaze back to her book. "By the way, what book is that?" Evely asked as she bent her head to look at the back and it was written; ....The Wolf.... "Sophia so you are still into this book?" "I mean, just so you can find out how to kill them in case you eventually find one! You are still on this?" Evely had a sentimental look on her face as

How I miss her angelic smile. "Wait before everything, what happened to you? Why did you look like that last night? Who did that to you?" We all asked one question after another, and her face was covered with fear. "Zack deceived me. He took advantage of the fact that we had a misunderstanding. I wasn't able to do anything because he put some sort of spell on me when I stared at his eyes. He did some rituals for me. I pretended to be under his spell, and when he thought he had succeeded, I made a plan to escape from him. But later on, he found out that I was not really under his spell, so he planned to kill me and said if there was no way for me to be his, it would be better to have no one h

With the asshole gone, I went over to the table and started eating the food he had left me for breakfast, but before I could even finish, the door opened and in walked a very familiar-looking man. ‘Christopher, Father has asked for you’. He stopped and scanned the room before his eyes landed on me. ‘Um, I’m sorry, he isn’t here at the moment’. I informed the familiar stranger politely, not wanting to get into more trouble. ‘You. You’re the human lover of Cole Patrova, What are you doing here?’ Christ, did everyone know about my love life?! ‘Um, I believe the older vampire master brought me for his son’. ‘You? You’re Christopher’s new bed slave?’ My stomach dropped again.