Shattered Vows Novels & Stories

When my stepsister, Kate Lawrence, is poisoned at the full moon ceremony, my father, Jack Blackwood, condemns me at once, convinced that I am the one behind it. He clamps silver chains around me and drags me into the manor's dark underground cell. His eyes burn hatefully as he snarls, "You wretch! How could I have a daughter like you? Rot in here!" I drop to my knees on the cold floor and try to explain, but the sentence he throws over his shoulder as he turns away snuffs out the last of my hope. "Even if she dies in there, no one shall go in! Whoever lets her out will die with her!" The cell severs the mind-link completely, so no one hears me screaming. Seven days later, he finally remembers me, not knowing that I'd already died on the fourth day when the silver burned through to the bone.

Savannah Cole is drowning in debt and desperation when she’s summoned to a penthouse interview with elusive billionaire Colton Briggs. But instead of a job, she’s offered a contract marriage: six months, one million dollars, no intimacy, and no questions. It’s a lifeline for Savannah—until she signs. What begins as a cold, calculated agreement spirals into a twisted maze of secrets. The deeper Savannah is pulled into Colton’s opulent world, the more she realizes nothing is as it seems. A blood-stained wedding dress. A locked vault. A missing heiress who once wore her ring. Whispers echo through the mansion’s marble halls—and every warning points to one truth: Colton Briggs is hiding something dark... and deadly. Bound by lies, trapped by a contract, and stalked by shadows from the past, Savannah must decide—will she survive Colton’s world long enough to escape it? Or is she the next chapter in a legacy of vanishing brides? When love is a transaction, and trust is a gamble, the price of saying “yes” might just be her life.

Arielle Santos 24 years old never imagined that her life would be written for her — even her love story. She was raised in a modest family, a dreamer who painted her hopes in colors only she could see. But one evening, her world collapsed when her parents revealed the truth: to save their family from bankruptcy, she had to marry the son of their business partner — Evan Monteverde, the 28 years old, cold and distant heir of one of the country’s most powerful companies. Evan didn’t believe in love. To him, emotions were distractions — weaknesses that could ruin a man. He had long promised himself never to trust feelings again after being betrayed by someone he once loved. So when his father announced his arranged marriage with a woman he barely knew, he didn’t protest for love’s sake — only to end the endless lectures about “duty” and “family legacy.” Their wedding day was perfect — at least in the eyes of the guests. But behind the veil and the smiles, two strangers stood at the altar, reciting vows they didn’t mean. The words “I do”echoed in the church, but neither of them truly did. After the ceremony, they made a deal — they would live together for one year, play their roles for the sake of appearances, and then quietly separate. No love. No expectations. Just peace. But peace was harder to keep than they thought.

❤️‍🔥THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED Sage was a disgraced omega servant at an elite werewolf academy, marked by her father's treason against the pack. When she discovered her three fated mates—Kael Ashford, Vex Thorne, and Cass Rivera—during a heat-induced bonding in the forest, she believed the moon goddess had finally blessed her. But the next morning, they were gone. By noon, intimate pictures of her naked body had spread throughout the school. SHe discovered three distinct mating marks on her neck—proof to the entire world that she'd been claimed by three different wolves. The humiliation was complete and devastating. Kael called her worthless and stripped her of her servant position. Vex accused her of sleeping with multiple men and abandoned her in the forest with a broken shock collar, leaving her to die at the hands of a mindless rogue wolf. Cass, the cruelest of all, had orchestrated the entire exposure—he'd taken the photographs himself and sold them to other students, destroying her reputation to keep her isolated and dependent on him alone. With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, Sage fled the territory pregnant. Seven years passed as she raised her daughter, Milo, in the human territories in complete isolation. When a devastating virus broke out across both territories, scientists discovered that Milo's blood held the cure. Suddenly, hunters came for them. The three men—now on a mission to find the cure—rescued them from the river, not knowing they were after their own daughter. Forced to return to the territory that had destroyed her to investigate the virus's origin, Sage maintained a lie: Milo was her friend's daughter, nothing more. But as the truth about the virus unravel, Sage must decide if redemption is possible.

There's an earthquake. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, abandons me to save Wendy Smith, his true love. I don't stop him. I let him go. Why? Because when he was faced with the same choice in my past life, he saved me because I was eight months pregnant. Meanwhile, Wendy remained trapped under the rubble. She ultimately died due to a lack of oxygen after the delayed rescue. Later, on the day I went into labor, my husband brought me to Wendy's grave. He watched me coldly as I collapsed on the ground from the searing pain. He ignored my pleas. "Does it hurt, Yelena? Wendy's pain was a thousand times worse when she was trapped under the rubble!" I stared at him in disbelief as he descended into insanity. "You were safe that night—you were in the safe triangle zone! Wendy would never have missed the best time for rescue if not for you using your pregnancy to threaten me! I want you to experience all the pain she went through!" He forced me down on my knees and bumped my head on the ground before Wendy's grave. He ignored the blood that flowed down my legs. Ultimately, I died after major blood loss from a difficult labor. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day the earthquake happened. This time, neither I nor my child will wait for him.

A mute girl. A ruthless man. A captivity that turns into obsession. Luna Vitiello was never supposed to matter to Killian Alatorre. She was meant to be a mistake he could contain, a silent body dragged into a war that had nothing to do with her. But Killian does not contain people. He claims them. He watches from the dark. He closes every door. He makes the cage feel smaller every time she tries to breathe. The more Luna resists, the more ruthless he becomes. The more she runs, the more determined he is to bring her back. Punishment, possession, obsession — the lines blur fast when the man holding the keys refuses to let go. Luna has survived terror before. She has survived silence because silence was safer than sound. But survival inside Killian’s obsession is a different kind of hell. Because this prison does not end at the locked door. It ends when he decides she is no longer his to hunt.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.

In a war-torn world, Noura is desperate to escape the clutches of a dangerous warlord who wants to force her to marry him. Her only hope lies in Khalid, a man driven by a promise to protect her to her father. But as they journey across dangerous lands, Noura begins to question everything she knows about loyalty, trust, and the man who saved her. With every step, the lines blur between protector and captor, and Noura must face the terrifying truth about Khalid's obsession—and her own feelings. Will she find freedom, or will she be trapped in a bond darker than the war she's fleeing?

Vows of Silver and Sin “In the city of Oakhaven, you don’t pray to God. You pray to the Syndicate.” Elara Vance is a mafia princess with a lethal secret: she can "read" the memories of any object she touches. But in a world where magic is a death sentence, her gift is a gilded cage. When her father’s gambling debts finally come due, she isn’t sold for gold. She’s sold to Dante Vane the cold-blooded "Shadow-Walker" Don who rules the supernatural underworld. Dante is a man of iron and whispers, cursed with a touch that brings only agony. He doesn’t want a wife; he wants a key. He believes Elara’s bloodline is the only thing that can break the ancient curse tethering his soul to the shadows. The deal is simple: Break the curse, and she wins her freedom. But as the wedding bells toll and a magical war brews on the horizon, Elara discovers that the man she was taught to fear might be the only one capable of saving her. In a den of monsters, falling in love is the most dangerous sin of all. Will she break his curse, or will the shadows consume them both?

Since it's already the end of the year, the music app I use produces a report on the songs I've listened to in 2025. The keyword of my report is "resonance". Over the year, I don't spend much time listening to the songs on this app. My girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher, is the one who's been using my account this whole time. There's a row beneath the keyword that's written in a tiny font. "You had listened to this song with someone at 4:00 am on December 1st. It turns out that love can go beyond a night's sleep." My breath gets hitched in my throat. December 1st is my birthday. But that night, I had gone to bed at an early hour. Meanwhile, Sienna had left hurriedly after cutting my birthday cake with me with the excuse that she needed to pull an overnight shift at the company. For some reason, I tap onto the unfamiliar-looking profile that has been interacting frequently with my account with a trembling finger. Their keyword of the year is "favor". My heart skips a beat at the sight. Then, I tap on the details. "Over the year, you've listened to songs with this user 688 times in the middle of the night. Every time you do, it's a secretive conversation meant for your souls." The next thing I know, I receive a message from Sienna. "Babe, I need to work overtime tonight again. You don't have to wait up for me. Just go to bed early." At the same time, a new post is uploaded on the unfamiliar profile. It features a photo of two hands that are intertwined together. "I love working overtime with her the most. I want to listen to songs with her forever."