Broken Vows Oblivion Novels & Stories

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

Jessica’s smoky form leaned in, right up to Olivia’s face, as if she wanted to kiss her or whisper something no one else should hear. The smile didn’t move. It just held. “Say it,” Olivia said quietly. “If you came back, then say it.” She sighed.. Olivia sets her wedding ring on the charred table. Her heartbeat syncs with Jessica’s for a final second. “The vow is broken,” she whispers. “The scars remain.” She walks into sunlight, unbound.

"I will not force anyone to love me or to stay with me, Grandma Charlotte. The first time, I blamed Janice. But this time, I have only myself to blame. I made a promise to myself—and I betrayed that promise.” The genuine worry and sympathy in her eyes gnawed at me, making me want to lash out. "No one can control who they fall in love with,” she said, her tone both warm and soothing. I hated it even more. "Yes, they can. I should have been more careful. This is what happens when you're careless with feelings." Hating myself for being that nineteen-year-old boy with a broken heart again, I grabbed the glass and gulped it down to the last drop, then closed my eyes, forcing myself to regain cont

Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship. when you're down, and the world seems dark and empty, Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times. If you turn and walk away, Your forever friend follows, If you lose you way, Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on. Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.

I remind her. “Right, but if he goes rogue, the oath breaks, right?” “Yes…but being a rogue means our bond is gone. We won’t be able to feel it and we will slowly wither and die.” “Unless there is a different kingdom to join… right?” She asks, a twinkle in her eye and my heart races. Did Clem just solve the issue, Maverick and I have been struggling to solve on our own tirelessly in just one random thought?

“Apollo will never defend Nadia, not with his oath to her broken. The warrior’s oath binds them to their Houses. It’s just as powerful as the mate-bond, which is why the brothers don’t have mates themselves.” “They can’t have anything more important to them than their House.” I understood, but a part of me felt bad for the four brothers. Something Dain said twisted in my gut, “You said his oath to her was broken?” “The only one currently under oath is Cain, and that is to House Viotto. Once an oath is given, it’s not something that can be broken. Apollo is the exception.” “It’s like a completed mate-bond.” I held my breath as his piercing eyes drifted to my neck, where I knew a bruise stood

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

Guilt tastes like copper pennies and lies when I watch Aleta sleep beside me. Her face holds the peaceful expression of a woman who believes she’s safe in her husband’s arms, while I catalog every way I’ve violated that trust. Making love to her the other night crossed a line I didn’t know still existed, and it blurred the boundaries between revenge and something far more dangerous. My phone vibrates against the nightstand, displaying Marco’s number. Business calls at inconvenient times in our world, but the timing feels particularly cruel after what just happened between us.

I was going to let him see her for the loser she was, to let the mate bond wither and die on its own. But not anymore. There’s no time for slowly. Not after that. Not after she paraded her false victory in front of me. I want him now. I want him as soon as possible, and I will do anything to make that happen. “An oath,” I scoffed, turning a corner into another long corridor. “He swore an oath to her. To the woman who is nothing, the woman who was just a placeholder until I returned.” Does he really think that matters? Does she? The mate bond, the promises… they are all just obstacles. And I am very, very good at breaking things. I will break their bond. I will shatter their promises. I will

“Father, I love her.” “You can’t love an omega, I will never let you be with her.” “What about the blood oath, I had with her?” “You will break it when you turn twenty-four in the next two months if neither you nor her found your mate before then.” “No way, I don’t want to break it,” I growl that is the only thing that connected me to her, I can’t break it. “Callaghan, I told you from the onset that you will break the oath, I don’t know what you were thinking when you healed her with your blood, don’t you fucking know that will be you sticking your claimed on her as a betrothed.”