Novel & Cerita Deadly Vows Book

“Thanks to you, I’m wanted. Add in that you’ve warned me enough about how you’re going to kill me, or if I try anything you’ll kill me, or that I know you have a bullet for me to eat. I think I’m good.” “Say it.” He held the key above the lock, waiting. I sighed. “I’m not going to try and get away, asshole. No fucking point, anyway.” “Because I’ll kill you,” he said, making sure he stressed again how this game was ending. I folded my arms in front of me. “You’re a broken record, you know that?” “Making sure you know what the stakes are.” I help up one hand. “Death.” Then held up the other. “Kinky sex with some adventure, then death.”

The alley's shadows appear to swallow us, leaving behind a man whose fate I sealed with a single pull of the trigger. Diego's touch is gentle, but beneath it, I sense the simmering intensity of a beast. I'm about to face a punishment more severe than anything before. Without a doubt, whatever he plans for me pales in comparison to the life I just took. Or Viktor's. So, I allow him to carry me back to the church without a fight, his steps echoing the cadence of a reluctant surrender to a fate entwined with darkness.

knowing that life isn’t worth living anymore because. ... the girl whom he finally learned to love more than himself was already DEAD. **** His hands were trembling while following the trail of the girl walking infront of him. The narrow pavement was suffocating him and the white mist surrounding the dark alley was blinding his eyes, but he didn't care. It has been about half an hour since he's following this girl. The cold air was already stiffening his bones and he reckoned that he'd break down any minute, but his mind was focused on just one thing. He'd never let her out of his sight.

He was just like me, constantly living in a nightmare where he killed his lover. "Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you descend from the heavens and straight to hell, my princess. "I'm going to kill you before putting you back together—you'll be my specimen and perfect lover. Look at the example your best friend has set for you." He pulled the cloth covering his sculpture, revealing a familiar face. It was Joey!

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.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

Guilt tastes like copper pennies and lies when I watch Aleta sleep beside me. Her face holds the peaceful expression of a woman who believes she’s safe in her husband’s arms, while I catalog every way I’ve violated that trust. Making love to her the other night crossed a line I didn’t know still existed, and it blurred the boundaries between revenge and something far more dangerous. My phone vibrates against the nightstand, displaying Marco’s number. Business calls at inconvenient times in our world, but the timing feels particularly cruel after what just happened between us.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

The book almost fell from my hands as I began to run back to the palace. How did I not think about it? How did I not remember that I had seven dead mates and being intimate with one would obviously lead to the same fate. I ran, tears blinding me, the heavy pages of the book slapping against my side. Seven dead mates. And now....him. My chest burned as I stumbled up the palace steps, clutching the book. "Moon Goddess." I gasped, the plea ripping from my throat. "Please.... Don't take this one too."