Dom Vadim's Vow Novels & Stories

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!”

“Got it, boss.” “Ronan, wait—” The back door slammed shut behind me. Kostya was already helping the driver unload the truck filled with frozen meat and cocaine. I released Vadim, who stumbled in a dreamy state of preteen lust before catching his footing. “Damn,” he mumbled and shook his head as if to clear it. “I think I’min love.” I laughed. “You’ll change your mind when you realize you have standards. Or just one.” “I don’t know what those are, but when I saw her, it was like I couldn’t breathe. Then I felt . . . tingly all over.”

I asked. He nodded his head "Positive." I agreed since he insisted. "I'm going to have to go now," I announced after checking the time. "Why?" Vadim asked with a smirk. I looked at him with 'Are you serious?' look. "Uhh, because it's late?" I answered. "But we can have fun." He winked. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I looked at Dante, and he looked like he was about to murder his brother. "You better shut your fucking mouth." He whispered, clenching his fists, while Vadim just raised his hands in surrender.

Grand prizes were for those who were willing to sacrifice others for their own success. “I gathered dirt on Vadim thinking I was going to use it. But I didn’t even have to. The man is as stupid as you. Didn’t you send him to come and threaten me? Or maybe you sent him to try and kill me. But where is he now? Have you heard from him since he came to see me? Ask yourself how I am standing here and he is not.” “He had dirt—”

Something moved across his face that was too large for the moment it was responding to, the way that small gestures sometimes carried the weight of everything that had not been said for a very long time. He took the glass. Dimitri leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling for a moment. Then he said, "It is going to be a long night." Xavier settled back into the couch and held the wine glass in both hands and looked at his brother and waited. "It started," Dimitri said slowly, "with a man called Vihadar Lorriel. Except that is not his real name." He began to talk.

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

“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.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

KAREEM MANSION – FRONT GATE – MORNING The sun rises high over the estate, washing the gates in golden light. A black van pulls up quietly, marked with a discreet logo: “Verité Media Group.” The sliding door opens and two young men with camera rigs, a makeup artist, and a stylist step out. One checks his clipboard. CAMERA GUY (looking around) This is the place. Let’s set up quick. She said it was hush-hush.