Plighted Troth Novels & Stories

She was thawed. "I...I don't love you!" Her voice uttered the absolute opposite of her mind, shattering her soul, her heart. "No, I don't believe you." Then came his broken voice, forcing her to shut her eyes. Unable to hold back, warm tears ran down her cheeks. "It's done already. We've... our blood is mixed." She knew she betrayed their love and her actions could never be forgiven, but it wasn't her fault. She had reasons. ""In the Veil, lovers shall stand, their blood entangled. When the moon rests on the sea, they shall know their hearts is one. Their covenant is above death". The moon is resting on the sea. The mate vow is complete." Her voice was just a whisper.

his heart screamed, but his lips remained sealed. Leviana squeezed his hand, cold yet full of hope. “I’m ready,” she whispered. Adrian lowered his gaze, meeting the eyes of the woman he once loved, the woman now standing at death’s edge. Pity, guilt, and emotions he could not name collided within him. And finally, with a trembling voice, Adrian spoke the sacred vow. “I take you… as my wife, Leviana.” The small room fell silent for a moment before a soft sob broke the air. It wasn’t sorrow, but tears of joy from Leviana’s close friend who had come to witness this fleeting union.

Trista’s eyes suddenly widened when she got a whiff of Ophelia’s scent and her eyes fell on the mark on her neck. “You guys mated!” She exclaimed and turned towards the family sitting around the coffee table. “I’m going to be an aunt soon! And the Godmother!” She exclaimed and Ophelia’s cheek crimsoned. “And I’ll be the Godfather!” All four brothers hollered together and glared at each other. Trista ran to her parents while the brothers quarrelled amongst themselves. Onyx pulled Ophelia into his chest by her waist and she rested her head on his chest. Onyx placed a kiss on her temple and she contentedly closed her eyes.

Troy- I Troy Charles Smith Alpha of Night shade pack accept your and my Luna and mate. Xander- congratulations you two. Hmm it seems like this was not a bad idea after all!... Look here Troy now you're allied to pack Royal. Princess- brother I need your blessings! Jordan- he has two weeks to earn them! Troy- ok I understand.. Princess- JORDAN! His my mate.. I don't care what happens in the next two weeks I am not rejecting him! Jordan- we will see about that! Princess- you have your mate and I blessed you even though I hate that skinny bitch ! I did not stand in your way.. bless me or you and I are done!

Ian's confidence in challenging my belief was intriguing, and I leaned in closer, my eyes searching his face for any signs of jest or hidden meaning. "Please enlighten me." I said with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Ian let out a chuckle, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, Ara, I think you're underestimating yourself. Love doesn't adhere to social classes or fame. It transcends those boundaries and finds a way to connect two souls, regardless of their backgrounds. I, for one, wouldn't mind dating someone like you. Class doesn't matter." Huh? I froze in my seat, my heart pounding too hard that I was scared he would hear. Why did it feel like he was assuring me of something impossible? I

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

Jack said to her, "Olivia! Seriously, This is the last warning for you. If you did anything wrong again, I will never forgive you again in my life" She replied, "Jack! I promise to you I will never do anything again". Jack started laughing and told her, "Olivia! You made a lot of promises before but you broke all the promises". Then Jack hugged her and told her that he didn't want to lose his good friend. Jack also wore the black colour so I told Olivia to wear black colour because I wanted to strengthen my friend group again. Then Olivia left home to get ready for the evening show. It was 4Pm in the evening. We were ready. I told Jack to call Olivia to get ready. I wanted to pick her and we

"Zainab I'm sorry for everything. I don't think you really know how I feel or how I desperately need your forgiveness. I love you so freaking much that it hurts. If there's anything I could do..." "There's something that you could do for me right now." "Just mention it." "Embrace me." And he did embraced her in the dark, in the middle of the sea full of candles. He did embraced her under the light of a thousand stars. He did embraced her because he desperately wanted to. He did embraced her because it's halal. They're halal And he embraced her because they are meant to be even after he Betrayed her. *****

I became a little curious to know the kind of message it is, I opened the message and I felt a sharp nail pierce me deep in my chest as I saw the images she sent to me. “Tristan?” I asked myself feeling very hearbroken. I should'nt have had high hopes thinking someone like Tristan would be mine one day. “It's a contract marriage.” I kept repeating to myself as I was struggling not to cry, I don't know why I was becoming emotional because it seemed like I didn't have the right to feel such way. I couldn't find it in anymore, I let out the tears and started crying. I cried so much that I couldn't sleep all night.

An hour later, her fingers stopped on a passage: In the year 1793, the founding families entered into what was later called the Silver Pact. A covenant between man and beast. The Hales, the Red moors, and the Thorne lineages formed the Triumvirate. Each bore the mark. Each carried the blood. It was not a curse it was an agreement. Below it was a faded image three figures standing beneath a crescent moon, surrounded by wolves. Ari turned the page. The pact demanded sacrifice and secrecy. Betrayal of the pact was punishable by death. One family broke the bond. The Thorne line was hunted and extinguished. The others scattered, hiding their bloodlines among the unknowing.