Romans & histoires Lethal Vows Book

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.”

The heavy, suffocating stench of gunsmoke and freshly spilled blood completely filled my lungs as I marched relentlessly through the massive maze of wooden shipping crates, entirely ignoring the agonizing, wet screams of dying men echoing off the corrugated metal roof because my mind was singularly focused on protecting the absolute authority of my marriage contract. I finally found Chloe's older brother violently strapped to a rusted metal folding chair in the absolute center of the warehouse with his face beaten completely unrecognizable and two massive Russian lieutenants pressing sharp, bloody combat knives directly against his throat to use him as a human shield. I absolutely do not neg

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

“God…. Ethan….fuck me “ I said, the words were like a desperate prayer. I grabbed his shoulder and digged my fingers in his chest as I moaned. The sound was not a performance. It was a cry from the deepest part of me, a part of me that had been buried alive for years. Yes this wasn't part of the mission but it was still it. The initial plan had been a slow, calculated seduction, a long, drawn out game of cat and mouse. This… this was a train wreck. But it was still a part of it because I'm on to make the Malcovichs pay, whatever it will take, I don't mind. I had to let him in. I had to let him touch me, to feel me, to possess me. Because in the end, I would be the one to take everything from

"Lauren, you’re a woman too. How can you be so vicious, spreading obscene rumors about a young girl?! Will you only be satisfied if you drive her to her death?" Mrs. Grant echoed, "Exactly. No wonder my son doesn’t want you. A woman like you deserves to be abandoned!" "I’m the one who doesn’t want Michael!" I turned my phone volume all the way up and played Nora’s recording. "While you were locked in the warehouse, he took me again and again in the office. He said he wished you’d die of a heart attack in there! We did it in hotels, in the passenger seat of his car, and in your own bed. Michael never had this many tricks with you, did he?"

“I solemnly swear.” “Will you both agree to remain loyal to Luna Gemma Rose Killian no matter the conscious.” “I solemnly swear.” They eagerly voice. “Will you both agree to do all in your power to bring Luna Gemma Rose Killian back to her pack.” “I solemnly swear.” They repeat together again. “Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.”

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

Not the way she looked like she wanted to die after she saw him. She wasn’t sure where he wanted to take Charlotte but she wouldn’t let anyone mess with Charlotte’s revenge. If she had to take out Volkan Baysel then so be it. She was looking forward to Charlotte’s plans and she wouldn’t take anyone take that fun away from her. Back in the basement Roman took his gun out of his back and aimed it at Luca.

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac