Lethal Vows Book Novels & Stories

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

Perhaps seeing my puzzlement or simply wanting to vent, he held the cup, his gaze lost, and lightly said: "Coffee was my sister's favorite drink. I've told her many times not to drink it, but she wouldn't listen. Later, I thought if this continued, she would ruin her health. So, I used my method to eliminate the sale of coffee within hundreds of miles of my home. But unexpectedly, this stubborn girl stopped drinking coffee and started drinking alcohol instead. If not for this, she..." He paused here, falling silent for a while. The sorrowful expression on his face had been put away, replaced by his previous warm and gentle demeanor. He turned to look at me. "I know that my sister died at the

There were also photos of them in bed together and… torn limbs. I immediately recognized the woman in the photos—she was none other than my best friend, Joey. The explicit and gory photos made my vision go white. I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself from puking. "You… You killed Joey?" I stammered. "Killed her?" Liam was still smiling. "I would much prefer it if you called it 'getting inspiration.'" My goosebumps rose when I looked into his eyes. They were cold and emotionless.

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!”

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

Kendrick stared at her hard, "Since when is any slayer concerned about honor?" "I am! I never had thoughts of hurting her! And I don't pretend to be anyone's friend." With angry motions she drew a small knife from her boot which she had recovered earlier and held it up for him to see, "You want me to blood vow on it? I'll blood vow."+ "Blood vow?" Kendrick inquired. "An oath of my home country. Breaking a blood vow is punishable by death or forced suicide." She said strongly. Pointedly, she took the knife and cut her forearm until blood popped up. She dipped the flat of the blade in it and brought it to her lip where she made a bloody line down the front of her bottom lip.

the woman assured her. “But Ma’am, this is also my real face...” her voice cracked out of panic. What if these people are actually targeting her because she has the same face as this woman? Is she going to die? How about her mom? She is the only person left who can take care of her mom. “Please don’t kill me,” she automatically pleaded. “We’re not going to kill you, don’t worry,” the woman softly chuckled, placing the knuckles on her fingers near her mouth. “In fact, I am here because there is something I want to ask of you.”

Chapter 1 (Sophia's POV) The crystal chandelier above the Grand Ballroom feels like a guillotine waiting to drop. I stand at the edge of the gala with a glass of champagne I have no intention of drinking, my fingers clenched so tightly around the stem I’m surprised it hasn’t shattered. Across the room, "he" holds court like he already owns the city. Alexander Voss. My enemy. My nightmare. The man whose family destroyed mine twice and still smiles like the world owes him everything.

He wanted to hold her and promise her everything. He wanted to tell her that he would stop. That he would let the vow die. But the vow was not just a promise. It was a fire. And fires didn’t go out simply because you wanted them to. They consumed. They spread. They left ash behind. Lucian stepped back. The distance returned. He hated himself for it. Arielle’s expression broke just a little enough to show the pain beneath her strength. “Don’t,” she said again. “Don’t leave.”