Novel & Cerita Dom Vadim's Vow

“Volkov is moving product through the port at San Pedro. Quietly. Sloppily. I have men who can intercept. Disrupt the flow.” “And cause a war.” “War is already coming,” Natov replied. “The moment your daughter said ‘I do,’ the countdown began.” Dante sipped his drink. He hated how right Natov was. “Do it. Quietly. I don’t want this traced back to me.” “Of course not.” Then, unexpectedly, Natov leaned back and smirked. “Tell me something, Dante. How does it feel to have your daughter married to a man you loathe?”

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

Rio asked, his voice threatening but Dante wasn’t deterred. “As I shoot and kill people for you.” “And you will continue to do so to show your fucking gratitude and loyalty to me.” He slammed the glass on the table, the impact of it broke the stem and the bowl fell on the ground. The shattering sound echoed in the completely hushed room. Neither of the two backed down as they glared at each other. My heart almost popped out of my ribcage when Ada suddenly clapped her hands.

Ethan standing alone before a massive machine. A voice speaking to him. Do you wish to create a world without pain? Young Ethan answered: "Yes." The image changed. Then sacrifice what makes humanity weak. Ethan whispered: "Love." Ava's heart broke. "No..." The memories continued. Ethan placing his hand against the machine. Energy flooding through his body. Three screams. Three bodies. Three consciousnesses. Three Architects. Then Ethan's voice: Erase my memory. Ava covered her mouth. "No." Ethan collapsed.

Slap! The crisp sound echoed throughout the entire exhibition hall. Matthew’s head tilted to the side, his cheek instantly swelling red. He stared at me with a cold, murderous gaze. Everyone held their breath. I said calmly, “When the hell did I sell myself?” Before anyone could respond, I struck him again across the other side of his face. “You created paintings that violated my privacy and sold them?” Another slap landed. “You secretly filmed intimate videos of me, spread them around and thought I’d quietly buy them up one by one, didn’t you?”

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.

Charlotte rushed to the bathroom to get a shower. Volkan obviously blamed her for blamed her for what happened after the explosion. But after the building went down, she was sure there was no way he would have survived. The ME and the police reports stated they identified him with his dental records. She believed them. She attended his freaking funeral. She placed flowers on his grave every Tuesday for months after it happened. She’d sneak out of the compound to place flowers on his grave. After a while she couldn’t bring herself to go anymore. She was sure a part of her died when he died. Their first meeting face-to-face ended in Amos’s death and Volkan’s birth.

My fiance, remember? Donald. Executive director of the hotel. Arrogant. Vain . Unreachable. And precious liked to remind everyone that he was hers. She smirked wider, eyes dancing with something dark. “Unlike you . Still pretending you're single. Please. The hickeys tell a different story”. Before I could react, She reached forward and removed the jacket off my shoulder. “No-!” I screamed, but it was too late. The air hit my skin just as the whispers started. “Is that—”

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

He found a new home. "Step back from the glass!" Inquisitor Vane shouted, drawing his silver pistol. The Council members scrambled out of their high chairs, their faces pale with terror. They wanted a weapon they could study, but they had brought a hungry god into their house. Zade slammed his fist against the reinforced glass. BOOM. The coffin didn't just break; it exploded. Shards of glass flew through the air like shrapnel. Guards screamed as they were cut down. Vane fired his pistol, but the silver bullet melted before it even touched Zade’s skin.