Romans & histoires Lethal Vows Book

I thundered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Better to die than to live in defeat! Ivan taught me that, though he never understood the lesson himself.” He bellowed. The sirens were getting louder, and I could see flashing lights through the broken windows. The FBI was here, but they were too late. "This is your last chance," Vlad said, pulling out a lighter. "Join me in death, or die alone knowing you failed everyone you've ever loved." I looked at this man who shared my grandfather's blood, the Volkov's blood. Thirty years of hatred had turned him into something monstrous.

Sophia said, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and pouring it into a glass. "Pass it around," Kim said, sliding the glass across the table. "Cheers," Trevor called out, lifting his glass. "Cheers!" we all echoed before downing the shot. The burn hit my throat instantly, sharp and hot, but I swallowed it down, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. The second shot burned a little less. By the third, the world felt a little lighter, my limbs looser, my head pleasantly buzzing. I leaned back into Liam without thinking, the warmth of him grounding me. His body was solid beneath mine, unmoving, tense.

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

“I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” His voice was steady. “I, Viktor, swear absolute loyalty to Alpha Kaelan.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “I renounce my past ambitions and submit entirely to his rule.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” “If I betray this oath, may my life be forfeit.” A faint, magical pulse ran through our clasped hands, sealing the blood oath. I released him. “You belong to me now, Viktor. And if you ever—ever—give me a reason to doubt you, I will end you.”

Zayden’s tear-stricken face appeared in my mind as soon as I closed my eyes, even my weird whisper friend repeated its message about him. “Blood! Death! Venom!” As I was free, I walked out of my room prepared a cup of black coffee, and then pondered over this whisper and Zayden’s current condition. It crossed my mind, “Blood, death and venom. Isn’t it an interpretation of blood vow? Like, someone offered his/her blood to Devil and exchanged it for Zayden’s death, and venom in her body? Oh my goodness! Why didn’t I think of it before?”

He replies softly with an underlay of wrath lining his words. "Then I will do what I do best. I will set the world ablaze, and perish every living thing that breathes on this godforsaken planet." I make a vow before him. "If my Red dies, so does everything else around us." I breathe out heavily. "But first, I will complete the Volkov ritual, and I will slaughter my twin, for I am the rightful heir to the Volkov throne. And nobody... takes what belongs to me."

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

"Don't analyze me, Julian." "It is not an analysis; it is an observation," he said softly, his thumb tracing the curve of her jawline. "Your heart rate is elevated, your pupils are dilated, and your respiration is shallow. Your mind is looping through the kinetic event in the bedroom. You are trying to reconcile the act of preservation with the act of violence." "I killed him," she choked out, her voice cracking as the raw weight of it finally broke through her defenses. "I didn't even hesitate. I just... I drove the key in. I wanted him to stop. I wanted you to live."

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I