Shattered Vows Novels & Stories

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

“I was the one wronged, George! The one that was betrayed! Tell me, what if I didn’t read that diary? What if I hadn’t found out, would you have ever told me?” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, silence surrounded them. “I’ll take everything down,” he said at last, his tone softening. “I’ll clear your name, Lia. But I won’t sign anything. We made vows, and those vows weren’t just for seven years, they were for eternity.” Her breath hitched. “Don’t you dare talk about vows,” she whispered bitterly, her voice trembling. “You broke them the moment you lied to me.” He finally loosened his grip, his hands falling to his sides as she stumbled back. Her eyes were red, but she didn’t care.

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

All the promises of love and loyalty were just mere words, without any meaning or weight. The weight of broken promises and forsaken vows pressed down on her heart. She had dared to dream that someone might truly understand her, flaws and all, but reality whispered a harsher truth. Past rejections resurfaced, intertwining with the fresh wound of Iden's betrayal, weaving a tapestry of solitude and uncertainty.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

“You brought her.” Lyra stepped forward. “You know me?” The Warden lifted her head. Her eyes were blind, milky white—but they locked onto Lyra with frightening precision. “I know your blood. I tasted it once, long ago. When your mother bled into the soil to seal her vow.” Lyra’s breath caught. “What vow?” “To break the prophecy,” the Warden whispered. “But fate is not so easily undone.” She raised a hand. The vines wrapped around the scroll Kael carried, lifting it from his grip.

Elara gasped as searing pain bit through skin and soul—but she did not pull away. She spoke through gritted teeth, voice rising to meet his: “And I, Elara of no crown and broken throne, bind myself to this vow. Let no deception pass between us, no truth go unspoken, no sacrifice unmatched. If he should fall for me, let me fall beside him. And if I am undone—let his memory live in mine.” The flames rose higher. Then vanished. Smoke curled around them. Their wounds sealed instantly, glowing with runes visible only in shadowlight.

I wasn’t just breaking things, I was smashing the life we had built together, a life that was now nothing more than a lie. By the time I stopped, the living room was in shambles. Glass shards littered the floor, photo frames were broken and scattered everywhere, and the walls looked bare, stripped of the happy memories that had once filled them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, chest heaving, hands trembling, as the adrenaline drained from my body.