Say You Swear Book Novels & Stories

I had sworn against it. Two years ago in the car outside a lawyer's office with bankruptcy papers in my hand and the specific complete weight of what the wrong choice had cost sitting on every surface of my life. I had sworn. Clearly. Deliberately. With the full intention of a man who understood what swearing against something actually required. I had kissed Aria Blackwood at her door. And I would do it again right now without hesitation. That was either healing or destruction and I was no longer certain I cared which.

I find a slip of paper on the back of a flyer I'm holding during the first day of club recruitment. It says that the president of the dance club, Donna Shaw, will announce in front of more than 100 people that I'm pregnant. She's got everything ready—ultrasound reports, hospital records, and even eyewitnesses. Henry Baker, her boyfriend and president of the Student Activities Board, will step in to save the day in front of everyone. Consequently, the whole school will condemn me, and I will be expelled. I stare at the paper, wondering what kind of lame prank this is. I turn the paper over. The smile on my face fades when I see that the handwriting is identical to my own. I slip the

It was written in bold letters and it seems like I am hearing Vivienne yelling in my head while I am reading it in my mind. “F*ck!” I got angry and was about to tear the book apart when Mr. Lewis stopped me. “Oh, my! Calm down, young master. It’s not the innocent book's fault that the result came out like that.” He pleaded while protecting the stupid book. “That book was looking down on me! Who is the author of that book, huh? I am going to make his life miserable!” I yelled in frustration. How dare that book give me that kind of result.

he spat out another loose tooth and blood and started looking around frantically. “You are becoming as useless as the seer. The only difference being you're disposable and she isn't. At least not yet” “I swear. It was around here.” He said again. “You have repeated that word one too many times. ‘I swear'. Your swear means nothing if you can't back it up with facts or evidence” I knelt down to his level “I'll give you one more chance. So think carefully about your answers before you say them. Are we in the right direction when you saw her?”

I inquired. Her expression was solemn. "I'd like you to swear. Dare? Do you want to lick your own words, or do you want to lick your own tongue?" "I frequently break vows because I'm afraid that if I swear, I'll break it. So it's best not to curse—" "There are no excuses. Come on, be a true man and swear." "I'm terrified of breaking my oath. Who, after all, believes in Adrian?" "I believe in you and will continue to do so. Ad, be a man and swear."

I shout at him. "You sound really sexy swearing like the cute little bitch, wifey," I hear the voice and that voice isn't of his assistant. It's... [If you reading the book do comment please.]

“And neither will I.” My pulse roared, green eyes wide, fierce, his heat sinking into me, wild and relentless. Trust—his trust, their doubt, my blood, my curse—all crashing together, raw and real. I stepped back, breath trembling, green eyes fierce. “I’ll swear nothing,” I hissed, voice sharp, green eyes blazing, wild and unyielding. “Not to you, not to them—not until I know the truth.”

Frank then asked, "Anyone else have more to say?" There was only silence, so Frank appeared in front of the man who goaded him to destroy the building, demanding, "Will you serve?" Terrified—as any troublemaker would be when they were singled out, the man nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Frankton! I promise that I will serve loyally! Swear to god!" Frank smirked, shaking his head. "Was there a point to swearing? If there is, why would the good die young, while villains live way longer?

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

Flibanserin, in layman's terms, is an aphrodisiac. What the hell had happened? Brandon had been the one to bring that package up. And I remembered his exact line. "Probably the Prime Day backlog. A lot of packages came through the hub beat to hell. Just the outer bag, though. The inner box is fine." Him. Of course it was him. I went down onto the rug. How had everything lined up that perfectly? The outer packaging destroyed. My body on fire for no reason I could explain. The toy that would not turn off. Him, back at the door within the hour.