Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

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 up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

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?

The crowd was instantly thrown into an uproar. “Ms. Jackson was still a virgin when she married Mr. Fuller? I have to get the video of her losing her virginity. Eight million!” “So all the exciting tendencies she has now was because of Mr. Fuller’s training? Incredible! Eight and a half million!” The man beside me boldly reached for my leg. “Ms. Jackson, spend a night with me and I’ll pay to buy this one out.” I slapped his hand away, my voice cold as ice. “Get lost.”

But she also knew that even the strongest empires had weaknesses, vulnerabilities that could be exploited. He sat on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes still intense. He leaned forward, his breath warm against her cheek. “You have the potential to be a valuable ally. Or a significant threat. Choose wisely.” "My choice has already been made," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of centuries of defiance. He rose, his eyes blazing. His temper was a simmering volcano, always threatening to erupt. "And what choice is that, precisely?”

“Daughter of Alpha Rowland of Moonlit Pack. I have come here in peace, and in peace I will remain. But I will not kneel. My loyalty belongs first to my father, to my blood, and to my people. If my sincerity must be measured, let it be by my actions, not by the bend of my knees.” The hall erupted. Gasps, sharp whispers, scandalized murmurs. The firelight seemed to crackle louder, as though the flames themselves had been shocked by my defiance. I held Harold’s gaze. “Instead, I’d declare the Healer’s Vow. Your oath binds the body, the healer’s vow binds the heart. It is recited standing, hands unshackled… so the speaker cannot be forced to promise what her spirit won’t keep. If you mean to wel

The embodiment of disdain. I knew his reputation. Cold, brilliant, ruthless. I had memorized it in boardroom dossiers, not love letters. Our families claimed it was fate. Two empires, one union. But... I knew better. It was a strategy. We were to marry to fulfill a clause buried beneath generations of wealth, something about inheritance, conditions, and influence. I didn't even remember the exact phrasing. Only the outcome. No love. No choice. No escape. The priest began the vows. His voice echoed too loudly in the gilded room.

~~~~~~~~~~ When the camera activated, the world didn’t see a queen draped in gold. They saw a woman in soot and blood. Standing before the corpse of mercy. Her voice was cold fire: “You tried to make me a myth.” “You whispered prophecy. Spoke of gods and monsters. Called me the Mother of Reset. As if I were a warning carved into bone.” “But listen carefully. Because this is not scripture.” “This is a vow.” She stepped forward. The wind stirred her coat. The crayon page slipped from her fingers and blew into the ashes. “I will not be your pawn. I will not be your bride. I will not trade my crown for safety or silence.”

, he replied. Rosy clenched the documents in her hand and suddenly felt the urge to throw them in his face. He was truly a scoundrel. “Mr Johnson…”. “Rosy, I don't accept verbal promises. I won't give you another chance to deceive me, a woman who is unreliable with her words. Either come here and lock the door if you want to do it, or leave if you don't.”. Stephen interrupted. Rosy was infuriated. When had she been unreliable with her words? When had she deceived him? She didn't argue. She didn't want to share her husband with other women. Rosy turned and walked away. As she opened the door, Stephen's cold voice came from behind.

She was a sensible person, so she believed there was no point in continuing the marriage if Rhiannon and I were not meant to be. Irene looked at us and asked, "Did you ask us to come over because you want to cancel the marriage and ask us to return everything you'd given us as the wedding gift?" "There's no such thing as asking for a gift back," Donald said angrily. A moment ago, he had just admitted Rhiannon was in the wrong and promised to scold her. But he suddenly changed his attitude when the matter of returning the monetary gift came up. Just then, Rhiannon came back. All it took was one look for her to figure out what was going on.