Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

Repeating after Aldric, the woman’s voice trembled, but she spoke each word. “I enter this Hunt freely.” “I accept the reward of escape.” Another drop of blood fell. “I accept the consequence of capture.” Her shoulders squared, a last show of courage. “If taken before sunrise, I surrender my freedom and mating rights to the hunter who claims me.” The circle flashed, magic flaring as the vow was sealed.

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

"Mingle's strength veils nexus. Use wise or distract with heat's allure?" "Voss your pyres burned bright against the guardians," Alexander rumbled circling her with storm pressure. "But these echoes tempt old vendettas anew. Will your rituals share full in unity or covet the crown's glow alone?" Voss cackled flames nodding fierce. "Storm born your thunder tests true! Rituals share all vengeance crowns diad. No covet hoard glow burns doubt pyres eternal with mingle's veil!"

As she nestled her head on his back, she said in an overly sweet voice, "I'm willing to grant you an opportunity to provide her a reasonable excuse. Let it allow her to leave this city, be it for traveling or visiting her home. You can cook up any reason you wish. Once we're done with our wedding ceremony, you can pretend as though nothing happened and resume your merry married life with her. I promise not to disturb your life ever again. I'll even remain silent forever, letting your secrets rot inside me. How about that?" Kent remained silent all the while. Finally, he queried, "Did you spike my drink?" She chuckled, “I wouldn’t say I spiked it. I was just afraid you might dismiss me, so I

he said in a hoarse voice… “Let’s go, everyone must be waiting for us…” I said creating some distance between us. I laughed when I heard his frustrated groan. At the wedding ceremony… Looking at the Amaya and Kunal reciting their vows, it reminds me our marriage… “Thinking about ours, love” Kabir whispered in my ears… How easily he can read me… “Hmm, I am thinking how arrogant you’re at that time…” I said with pouting face. He chuckled loudly drawing many attention towards us.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.