Novel & Cerita Dom Vadim's Vow

"You said before that you were traumatized because your mom nearly died giving birth to you. Then, you told me that you would never have a child in this lifetime. But when it's for Lionel, you're suddenly unafraid." Rhiannon argued, "That's because I owe him this. Back then, he was seriously injured while saving me and became impotent. What's wrong with me giving him a child? He saved my life! Can you please stop being so unreasonable?" Her eyes reddened as she glared at me. She insisted that the pregnancy was done via in vitro fertilization and that the Devine family would raise the child themselves. So, according to her, we didn't need to worry about anything.

“Sweetheart, I am a creature who feeds on blood to survive. Killing is not foreign to me, it is a need. Hell has already prepared a place for me once I’m dead and same goes with my brother. Believe it or not, between the two of us, he is worst. You just don’t know that yet.” “Well, anyone who tries to threaten the life of two innocent children and a sickly elderly woman is no angel to me is it?” “And I here now promise you that I will put them in harms away, will that satisfy your concern, Rosa?.” “How much does your words actually worth, Vadim?” She rolled her eyes at him causing him to grin. “With you? My life and my honour, Rosa.” When sounds of people talking in front of her room was get

The room erupted in chaos. "Security!" Steven bellowed. "Detain my grandson!" But before they could move, the lights went out. In the darkness, multiple screams erupted. When the emergency lights flickered on, Christopher was gone. And on every screen, a new message flashed: "The truth about Diana White's death - Live Stream starting in 10...9...8..." "No!" Brodie raised his gun. "You can't!" "Watch me," Ashlyn's diamonds pulsed once. "Seven..." The countdown continued.

Possessive and hungry. The man tries to crawl away, Leon grabs him by the back of his jacket and drags him upright again like he weighs nothing. "You touch her again," Leon says, loud enough this time for me to hear through the rain, "and I’ll cut your shrivelled balls off myself." The man whimpers through smashed teeth, he crashes to the pavement with a crunch and starts dragging himself away on his none shattered arm. Blood oozing from his mouth in clumps. Then those pale eyes lift toward the SUV.

“Promise me one thing?” I paused, looking at her. “What?” “Don’t let them break you.” Her words hit me hard. I didn’t know if I could keep that promise, but I forced a smile, even though it felt more like a grimace. “I won’t.” I didn’t know if I could keep my promise. In that moment, all I could do was walk into the unknown, the heavy weight of everything pressing down on me as I stepped outside the apartment. As I approached the car, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The man who stepped out of the car was tall and imposing, his eyes behind dark sunglasses, giving off an air of cold professionalism.

I close the gap, lift my leg, and kneed his foot. “Dream big, asshole, but try to keep it realistic.” I tossed the knife and went back to the living room for the coffee. Day Two of Hell on Earth, starring Aiden Smith as Lucifer. ****

Suddenly an alarm blared from his tablet—a sharp, insistent sound that shattered the moment. He pulled away, all business again. The vulnerability was gone. He strode to the device, brow furrowed as he read the screen. “What is it?” she asked, her voice still unsteady. “A problem,” he said, scanning the information quickly. “A big one. One of our subsidiaries—Veridian Tech. Their system is failing. A cascade failure. They are losing data, millions of dollars of contracts. It is a disaster.” He began typing, fingers flying across the screen, barking orders into his phone as his team scrambled. But she could see the problem—in the technical readout on the main screen. She had seen this before.

"Nicholas… where are we?" I forced my voice steady, careful not to provoke the madman in front of me. He let out a jagged laugh. "Hahaha, Frank, you're supposed to be a smart man. Can't you tell?" Of course, I knew. But keeping him calm was the only chance I had. Before I could think of what to say next, one of the men beside him spoke in clumsy English. "Sir, hurry… better kill now. Ski resort… accident found… no good."

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h