Say You Swear Novels & Stories

he said, pretending to be serious. "Coincidence, indeed," I muttered, feeling my skepticism grow. "I swear," he added, as if that would make me believe him. "Oh, you swear?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "And what exactly are you swearing on?" Before he could answer, Lina jumped in, her little voice cutting through the tension. "Mummy, you always say swearing is bad." Arthur's eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at me. "Really bad," he agreed, nodding at Lina.

“This is a terrible day.” “I’m not going to tell anyone.” I said. His hands dropped. His eyes went wide. “You are absolutely never telling anyone. Not Astarian. Not Rhydian. Not anyone who breathes air in this pack. Swear it.” “I swear.” “On what?” “On your ego.” I said. He pointed at me. “That is a sacred oath and I will hold you to it.” “Come sit with me.” He patted the space beside him.

Was his credibility so low in the little girl's eyes? She took a deep breath and said, "I'm not lying to you!" "Well, then swear that if you lie to me, let, let..." What should I do? "I've got it!" After clearing his throat, Cecelia, "If you lie to me, I will let you have some problems in some aspects!"

His voice is void of emotion, it almost made Klyde, himself, shiver. “I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe the actuality of our marriage. I don’t fucking care if you think he did it for money. I don’t give a flying fuck, believe me." He made a show of lightly turning his body to the right, meeting the eyes of everyone else in the room, hanging onto his every words. His jaw clenched, eyes sharp and threatening. Only a fool wouldn't bow before him. He uttered his next words with so much venom that made everyone flinch, including Mr. Wong, who had been sending them his own glares.

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.

“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?”

"Swear to me that the baby isn’t yours. I won’t tolerate you lying to me." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. She was asking for something serious. Swearing on my life was no small thing—especially when I wasn’t entirely sure where the truth ended and my lies began. But there was no choice. She was looking at me with eyes that could kill, and I wasn’t about to risk it.

She asked again, "Do you dare to swear that every word you said is true?" "I do." I looked at Brianna firmly. "If I lie, I will die a horrible death!"

“ I am so sorry. I….I really thought I was. I swear I never lied to you. I really thought…” “ Shut that you dirty mouth of yours!”

This little cutie right here was molded to torment me. An old man like me stuck out my little finger to take an oath stronger than any promise made to a fraternity. “Pink swear.” She locked her finger in mine, sealing my words for life.