Romans & histoires Cunning Vows

Melissa said. “I can't imagine you two walking to the aisle together. The stupid low-life fools would definitely mock us, saying you left them for someone like that,” Mrs McCarthy said. Mother and daughter gossiped, ignoring Lauren that was standing there staring at them. “I am never choosing any of them, Alex or those fools,” Melissa said. “Trust me, I am planning something great for you, and I am sure you will like it,” Mrs McCarthy said, winking at Melissa. “Mum, just forget about that cripple, I am never going to get married to someone like him,” Melissa said.

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

Julia blinked, her gaze swiftly averting from Jared's posterior as she coughed twice to regain her composure. Excuse me? Julia''s laughter rumbled in response, her amusement evident. "I promise you, there will be no domestic violence here. I'm a believer in civilized conduct. Domestic violence is an utter disgrace, and it's not something I'd ever engage in," she declared with conviction. Jared's brows arched with a touch of delight, a glimmer of satisfaction sparkling in his eyes. Her usage of the term "domestic violence" indicated a significant step – an acknowledgment of their close bond.

I demand hardening my eyes on hers. "No!" she sighs and pushes her hand into mine. Her small hand glides in mine and I watch her scowl at me. "Let's get this done with," she says. Using the pen knife, I cut into her thumb, Summer whimpers, as the blood trickles, I hurriedly make a small cut on my thumb. "Repeat after me: WITH MY BLOOD, I VOW TO SPEND THE NEXT NINETY DAYS WITH SINCLAIR DECLAN SORVINO," I lead the vow.

Ashlyn whispered. But before anyone could move, Penelope screamed. Because the blood patterns had reached her feet. And they were climbing. "Stop this!" Ava shrieked. "I can't," Ashlyn's voice was eerily calm. "The oath must be sealed completely." The patterns wrapped around Penelope like crimson vines. And as they reached her heart, everyone heard it: The whispers. Ancient words in forgotten tongues. Promises that could never be broken. And something else... Something that made Ashlyn's smile fade for the first time.

The kind you only feel for someone you actually love. I understood, in that moment, looking at her, that whatever Renata Cassano was guilty of, whatever she’d built and buried and protected with a phone call twenty minutes ago, she had not been lying about one thing. She loved him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t villainy performed for its own sake. It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept.

As the chamber filled with the murmurs of a kingdom awaiting fate, the last vow hung in the air—an unbreakable bond forged not only by duty but by the fierce, unyielding power of love. The chamber was heavy with silence, thick like the air before a storm. Elara’s heart thundered in her chest as she watched Kael, his eyes still locked on hers, burning with a fierce intensity that both comforted and terrified her. The vow they had just exchanged wasn’t merely words—it was a binding thread that tied their fates together, a promise steeped in power, danger, and a love that dared to defy the darkness creeping around them. Kael’s voice was low, almost a whisper. “This vow… it changes everything. T

“My love, from the moment we met, you brought light into my life. You changed my world by planting your first seed in me, and that is something I will forever cherish for the rest of my life. Today, I stand here before our family and friends to promise that I will love and support you in all the ups and downs of life. I vow to be your constant companion, to laugh with you in joy and to stand by you in sorrow. “I promise to be patient and understanding, to listen and communicate with an open heart. I promise to rule alongside you and serve at my duties whenever needed. With you, I am my truest self and I promise to love and honor not just you, but all the wolves of the great Lunar Fangs, now

she asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."