Shattered Vow Novels & Stories

I never understood why some people only learn to cherish something after they’ve already lost it. Once it’s lost, cherishing it comes far too late. As I stepped back, I said, "There’s no going back, Lauren. We’re already over." With a dull thud, with bloodshot eyes, Lauren collapsed to the ground in front of me, appearing like a shattered porcelain doll. She clung to the hem of my pants, begging. "Sam, please, please forgive me. Come back to me. I don’t believe you could fall in love with someone else so quickly. Give me another chance. I don’t care if you hit me or yell at me. Just don’t leave."

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

Instead, he said quietly, “That man today he wasn’t Vesper muscle. He was a messenger.” “For who?” “For the ones who don’t miss,” Dante replied. “And they don’t warn unless they want something.” Isabelle wrapped her arms around herself, cold settling deep in her bones. “What do they want from me?” Dante stepped closer. “Control,” he said. “If they break you, they break me.” “And if they kill me?” His expression flickered something dark and dangerous slipping through. “Then I burn the world down.” The honesty of it terrified her.

A shadow caught between altars, belonging to neither, haunted by both. He exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead briefly to the cold stone behind him. The stone stole heat from his skin, greedy and indifferent. He let it. He needed the theft. Needed something to feel simple again. I won’t let you be destroyed by this. The vow was formed without ceremony. Without hesitation. It landed in him like a brand, hot and permanent, the kind that doesn’t ask whether you deserve it. Not by The Devil. Not by my father. Not by the truth.

And the thing only stared. “Your family made a contract,” it said. “But contracts have cost. You offered blood. We took it. Now you deny us?” “You were never part of the deal,” I spat. Its smile twisted. “But I am the consequence. And consequences… grow.” --- The mirrors behind us burst, shards flying like silver rain. The world trembled. Voices whispered from the shards—Margaret, Vera, Isadora—all the brides calling our names. “Finish the vow.” “Break the bloodline.”

“Ivy,” Aiden muttered against her lips, his voice low and dripping with affection. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted.” Her chest stung at his words, his betrayal cutting deep into her but she couldn't look away. Her heart shattered and the room spun. “What?!” She shrieked the glass in her hand slipping and scattering on the ground. She froze in her tracks as she looked at the sight before her. The faint sound of music and laughter from the engagement party faded into nothing as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing.

“I want you to free it.” Her hand reached for mine And my fire surged to meet hers Not in war In union And in that moment, I saw her truth A memory broke open inside me Not mine. Hers. She stood in a circle of gods, hands bloodied, heart shattered. The man she loved had betrayed her—offered her power in exchange for obedience. She refused And so they shattered her name Tore her soul into fragments Buried her fire Made her a warning, not a story She wasn’t trying to consume me

“Sophia, there's no house without issue, there's no perfect family, we just need courage to overcome the challenges and pass through the phase, stop overreacting” Sophia's tears continued to fall, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and anger. “I thought I could trust James. I thought we had something real. But now, looking back, I see that everything was built on lies and betrayal. It’s about the fact that he took everything I believed in and tore it apart.”

“Then we fight together. Until the end.” And he rose. Towering, broken, unyielding. His vow seared like fire in his chest. His beast snarled its defiance. His love tethered him to the fragile, burning now. It was no longer about crowns or curses. It was about the vow carved into eternity at the cost of his own heart. Some promises break your heart just by being kept.