Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

He pulled out a knife from his pocket and held it at her temple as he shoved his cock in her mouth. “Keep an eye on them and put a bullet in their head if you get a whiff of trouble,” I said to Anatoly. “I don’t trust these fucking animals.” Anatoly nodded. “It’ll be done.” “That’s enough,” I turned to the Krasnaya brigadiers. “What depravity you choose to do behind close doors is your choice. But if you are to be a part of my Bratva, you will learn to treat my gifts with some respect.”

¨ Develin said with lots of different emotions swirling around in his mind while Brutus was just purring and staring at their mate trough the eyes. Betty tried to swallow, the slowly forming lump away that was getting stuck in her throat. She had agreed to write their vows but was not expecting this from him, telling her that he loves her!......and now it was her turn and she was slightly panicking on the inside, knowing that she had written just a basic, standard vow, not as romantic as he had.......it almost made her feel guilty......but on the other hand, what she had written was her honest feelings at that moment, but now.......she felt lost and swallowed hard ash she opened the piece of

Breaking through them would take days, but unfortunately I don't have days… My hand swung so fast that no one saw it until the impact of a few bones breaking and teeth clattering to the ground, rang in my ears like music. My wolf howled for more. “Let me repeat myself once more,” I scowled, cleaning invisible dirt away from my knuckles. “Do you even understand what you did? You didn’t just sign Milo up for suicide match. You spat on everything we built. Our oath, the brotherhood, our order. We never betray one another. Never.”

In the dark, unforgiving recesses of his mind, he swore his own private oath. 'I take you, Seraphina Vance, not to honor, but to break. I vow to strip away that beautiful, serene facade until you feel a fraction of the agony you inflicted on my family. I vow to never grant you my warmth, never grant you your freedom, and never allow myself to feel a single shred of mercy for you.' It was a vow born of pure, blinding vengeance. A completely wrong vow—but as he took the heavy band from the velvet cushion, he had never been more certain of his hatred.

He is a part of the Russian Bratva, known for their brutality and lack of mercy. The depth of his ruthlessness becomes clear. “You used me, you despicable bastard!” I scream, gripping the bars tightly. “I’m nothing more than a pawn in your sick game. You’re willing to risk everything for power?” The comprehension of his true intentions fills me with disgust.

“Promise me that if you ever show up just to annoy me again, you’ll end up with every nasty pack curse imaginable—cysts, lumps, and a permanent loss of your shift.” Then I turned my gaze to Ethan. “What about you, Alpha? Want to make a vow too? I have a perfect one for you. If you ever bother my peace again, you’ll suffer from a permanent limp and total sexual dysfunction.” I leaned back, feeling invigorated. “Sounds terrible, doesn’t it? I’m such a ruthless bitch. Asking you both to stay away from me seems like a fair trade for everyone’s safety, right?” Ethan and Lila were so taken aback they seemed to lose their ability to speak. Ethan was the first to find his voice, shooting me a glare.

Ivie said. Blackwood opened the⁠ folder and placed the single p‌a⁠ge on the desk for⁠ her to see, face up. Ivie re‌ached for‍ the page and stopped an inch above the paper. ‍She looked down. On the top of the page‍, in s‌imple black in⁠k, one word was writ⁠ten. Marri⁠age.‍

Yet there was defiance in his expression, a flicker of rebellion that irritated me more than it amused me. “You’ve got guts,” I said, my tone calm but cold. “But guts don’t keep men like you alive in my world.” The man spat blood onto the concrete floor, his breathing ragged but steady. “You think you’ve won, Moretti?” he rasped. “You don’t even know what’s coming.” I stepped closer, my polished shoes echoing on the floor. Squatting down to his level, I locked eyes with him. “What’s coming,” I said slowly, “is the end of anyone foolish enough to cross me. Starting with you.”

Complete and total. Then her father lit a match. Found a torch on the wall. Lit it. The room glowed orange. And Celeste's breath caught in her throat. The walls here were different. Covered in something dark. Something that looked like dried blood. "What is this place?" Elena whispered. "The Vow Chamber," Celeste's father said. "Where every leader made their blood oath. This is where the Sovereign Hand truly began." Celeste moved closer to the wall. Read the words carved there.

He lifted his hand—the same hand—to his lips. And l*cked his fingers. "You taste good." His voice dripped with amusement. Rage. Humiliation. Lust. It all crashed inside me at once. "F*CK YOU, RUTHER!!!" What the h*ll did I just do?