Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

I heard a soothing Badinton vioce echoing in my sweet slumber, that I was even thinking of telling you how I get the opportunity to get two, sweet bundles of joy, but guys here I am being interrupted, sorry guys I have to attend to this sweet, soothing Badinton vioce. "Uh...uh"I woke still in a daze, due to to so much fatigue that I've gotten myself into, ,I stirred at his oceanic blue eyes, with a well carved eyebrows,with long eyelashes,and beautiful plumb lips, that are just meant to be kissed by my,and only me, you guys must be wondering why I said by only me, because you know am very possessive, when I say possessive I meant the kind of possession that even an eye glance from a female c

Collapsing to the ground, I felt the weight of defeat wash over me, my life flashing before my eyes in a blur of fear and pain. The relentless onslaught of punches and kicks continued unabated, leaving me too feeble to defend myself. My vision blurred and my senses dulled, a disorienting haze enveloping me as one of the men motioned for the others to pause, his gaze fixed intently on me. As he drew nearer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, he grabbed hold of me, his chilling stare piercing through me. "It seems you've meddled in affairs beyond your reckoning. Our client made it explicitly clear that you must endure excruciating agony," he taunted.

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

Damn … her voice sounds like a fucking whistle. The bartender slides our drinks toward us and before she can pay, the second shot is already down my throat. “Jeez chill out girl.” She rolls her eyes. My shoulders drop a tad bit and a smile breaks out. But I can't shake off the feeling that someone is still watching me “What's the strongest drink you have?” I want to get wasted tonight. “Try wray, it's by far stronger than vodka and it burns like hell.” “I'll have a shot of that too, thank you very much.” My voice is increasing a pitch higher. I'm freaking out.

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

“Still running that smart mouth, I see. Shame it was all bark with sucking cock. Especially one as unimpressive as mine.” She slaps him. Loud. Sharp. Echoing. Cristian and I freeze. A hush ripples through the room. Heads turn. The music falters. Alessandro’s jaw tightens, the skin on his cheek darkening with heat. Whoa! What the fuck just happened?

“We did what had to be done. Would you leave your mate to die? Would you?” The five men looked a little ashamed, but the first one jutted his chin out stubbornly. “We should’ve honored our vow. Javi made a call, and we don’t believe it was the right one.” Hot anger surged through me like molten rock. I stepped forward, sick of listening to these spineless men, these cowards, tear into Leo and Javi. I slammed my hand down on the table to shut them up. “Your vow?” I growled, locking eyes with the one who’d spoken. “Which vow was that? The one where you were slaves to the royals? The one where they had you out kidnapping, murdering, and torturing innocent people? Or was it the one where you sma

“And I won’t let a viper steal our vow.” Bianca’s throat tightened. “Here? Now?” “Yes.” His voice was calm, almost reverent. “No priest. No guests. No forgiveness. Just us.” She stood still for a long moment, her breath trembling as he reached for the dagger lying by the broken altar stone the same blade that had nearly taken her life. Its hilt gleamed under the flickering candlelight, wickedly beautiful. He turned it over in his palm, then looked at her. “This will be our covenant,” he said softly. “Blood for blood. Power for power.”

“You are mine. In the light. In the dark. In life and in death.” Then he kissed me—not sweetly, not gently, but with the finality of a signature carved in stone. I kissed him back, eyes burning. When we parted, the room remained silent, everyone watching us. A pact had been made. And something deep had shifted. No applause. No fanfare. Just a blood oath sealed by a kiss and the promise of death if I ever broke any vows. “The Bratva is governed by the five of us. I do not work alone. I work with the Omerta Alliance and answer to them from time to time. Do not be surprised of you are summoned by any of these four men.”