Say You Swear Book Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. “No,” he agreed. “You didn’t. But you are. And now you have a choice: fight against it and lose, or embrace it and survive.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes as I fought to keep them at bay. “You make it sound so simple.” “It is simple,” he said, leaning back in his chair again. “You’re just too stubborn to see it.” The waiter returned with Luca’s card, and he dismissed him with a wave of his hand. The man scurried away, leaving us alone once more.

Liam instantly understood why Yafe did this—it was for the collaboration with Maverick. Seeing that Liam was staying silent with a sullen face, Conrad thought Liam did not believe him. He quickly raised his right hand and swore, "Believe in me, sir. Everything I said is true. I swear. If any part of what I said was a lie, I'll suffer a miserable death!" Liam shot a frosty glance at him, and then he said with a grin, "Did I say I'd let you go?"

"You framed him." "I protected him," Richard corrected. "I made those charges disappear. But I can make them reappear just as easily." He leaned forward, invaded my space. "So here is what happens next. You apologize to your parents. You apologize to my mother. You put on your pretty dress and smile at our engagement party next week. And you never, ever contact Marcus Zhao again." "And if I refuse?"

Pushing the other books aside, Kiara opened up the book. On the very first page was an oath, and the rest of the pages were blank. She turned the book upside down and flipped through it again, and still the only thing in the entire book was the pledge at the very first page. She picked up one of the other books she tossed aside, she flipped through them and they all had words written on every single page. Biting a side of her bottom lip, she decided to read what she saw.

“Swear you didn't masturbate to the thought of me, little flame.” Her brows quirk. She's shocked. “Come on, swear it.” I urge. “I didn't!” She says in a huff, clearly lying. “That's not how to swear, Malishka.” She tries to protest, but I cut her off, forcing my voice to be louder than hers. “Cross your heart and swear you didn't masturbate thinking about me.” She exhales, seeming to calm a little. Then asks. “And what will happen if I swear I didn't…touch myself thinking about you?”

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“Daxine made me promise not to let you out until you swore you wouldn’t try that again.” If I tell him I won’t he wouldn’t know if I was lying. But they’ve probably taken billions of measures to prevent me from attempting again, so the use of lying is irrelevant. “Fine.” I say. “Swear, Xavier. Don’t lie to me.” He says, giving me a desperate glare. “I swear.” I say.

"Were you going to use it against one of us?" Looking into her eyes, I plead, "God, no! I swear I don't know what came over me! I was only testing how much power I possessed! I swear!" "Let your yes be yes and your no be no, Ajay. There's no need to swear. It makes your truth seem like a lie. Being chosen does make one crave more power, but my words still stand. I was foolish to give you that book this soon, so I must ask for its return."

This time the voice seemed to snap, and after he finished speaking… his body shook violently. “Yes…yes…Uwal the gods, I promise.” “I see the doubt in your heart… do you swear with your life? You dare?" again the sound is so powerful it made him freeze for a few seconds. "Yes. I swear with my life, I promise to be loyal to you.” Say it with confidence.

Doesn’t miss anything. She notices exits. Patterns. Men who don’t drink. Phones that appear and disappear under tables. She sees. Halfway through the night, I look up. “Sit,” I say. She does. No hesitation. “You stayed,” I say. “Yes.” “You weren’t required to.” “No.” “Why?” “Because I was given a choice.” “And you chose correctly.” “I chose employment,” she says. Almost a smile tugs at my mouth. “People usually choose fear,” I tell her. “Fear keeps them obedient.”