Brutal Vows Novels & Stories

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

Only a few people knew about it. He hate women that use despicable tricks to get a man. He hates her with passion. At this moment of solitude, Maria made a silent vow to herself. She would no longer accept a life of loneliness and neglect. She would find the strength to break free from the chains that bound her and reclaim her own happiness, no matter the cost. She didn't wait for long before Thompson joined her looking at the man coming down the stairs she could not take her eyes off him. Just like the day she woke up next to him in bed at the Silver star hotel. She felt her heart captured

In one brutal thrust he buried himself inside me, so deep I cried out, palms slapping the window. “Read the last vow,” he ordered, voice rough as he started fucking me in hard, punishing strokes. “The one you wrote for me.” My voice broke with every slam of his hips. “I vow… to burn with you… even if it destroys us both.” He groaned, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit mercilessly. The angle, the risk, the fear it all collided. Pleasure slammed through me viciously. I came hard, sobbing his name, clenching around his thick cock as my legs gave out.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

"That was for thinking you could disrespect me in my own establishment." "Please! Stop!" But I wasn't done. I grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby table and smashed it against the edge, leaving me holding a jagged glass weapon. "Open your mouth," I commanded. "What?" "I said open your mouth, or I'll cut it open for you." Trembling, he complied. I shoved the broken bottle between his lips. "Drink your own blood," I ordered. "Taste what happens when you cross me." The man sobbed as he was forced to swallow his own blood, tears and crimson streaming down his face.

Ethan standing alone before a massive machine. A voice speaking to him. Do you wish to create a world without pain? Young Ethan answered: "Yes." The image changed. Then sacrifice what makes humanity weak. Ethan whispered: "Love." Ava's heart broke. "No..." The memories continued. Ethan placing his hand against the machine. Energy flooding through his body. Three screams. Three bodies. Three consciousnesses. Three Architects. Then Ethan's voice: Erase my memory. Ava covered her mouth. "No." Ethan collapsed.

“That’s it. Take it. Feel how deep I can go.” He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, pounding into me with rough, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce against the stone wall. Each thrust punched a broken moan from my throat. “Say it again,” he demanded, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” “It belongs to all three of you!” I sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Marcus—Lucas—Damien! I’m yours oh God, right there”