Shattered Vows Shain Rose Novels & Stories

Young Ava looked at Ethan. He knelt beside her. "Don't be afraid." "Who are you?" "My name is Ethan." "Are you going to hurt me?" "No." "Promise?" Ethan smiled. "I promise." The memory shifted. Ava saw herself years later. Sixteen. Then eighteen. Then twenty. Then, her wedding. She saw Ethan standing at the altar. She saw herself walking toward him. But there was something else. A woman standing at the back of the church. Veronica.

I could barely speak, "Why do you...my words faltered. Because if I do not , you will never survive this , and because if I do not I will loose control of myself. I wanted to step closer, I wanted to understand I wanted everything I could not have. He turned then stepping away to attend to another worrior, leaving me trembling and exhausted. I sank to the sand, I hated him. I wanted him. I feared him. I longed for him. and in the mixture of emotions, I realised the truth, I was actually under his control. Whether I wanted to admit it or not. *** Roshan walked back to his chembers , steadying his steps , the training has ended but his mind has not settled.they carried weight of a forbidden de

"Caleb Shaw. I live in 3B." She shook it. Firm, brief, professional. The way she shook every hand. "Mara Voss." Biscuit sneezed on her shoe. Nathan was fine — as fine as Nathan ever was, which was a relative term. He'd been awake for thirty-one hours, had rewritten the same chapter opening seventeen times, and had completely lost track of what day it was. Mara spent forty minutes in his apartment talking him off the ledge of his own perfectionism, drank the terrible coffee he made without complaint, and left with a revised deadline and the beginnings of a plan.

It was like it was painted on her body and the shoes, they were the fuck me type of heels making her legs look so fucking long and lean. She held a bouquet of white roses and walked to me. I stepped forward as soon as she was close enough and took her hands in mine and kissed the back of both of them and turned us to face the priest. "Tyson, said you guys wanted to keep it short and sweet, so I'm going to skip most of what I usually say and skip to your vows. Tyson would like you to go first?" I turned to face Tess, and she gave me the sweetest smile. "Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo."

She stood at the edge of the collapsing void, torn between two impossible hells. Save him. Lose herself. Save herself. Lose him. “No…” she whispered. “There has to be another way.” The void cracked open beneath her feet. And suddenly— A hand seized her wrist. Alina’s head snapped to the side. Eva. Broken. Fragmented. Barely holding shape. But alive. “There is another way,” Eva whispered, voice glitching. “But it will cost you everything.” Alina swallowed. “Tell me.” Eva’s shattered face flickered.

Just like that. And in that moment, as I pressed my trembling hand against the locked door, I felt something inside me shatter. Not just love. Not just trust. But the last piece of the woman who once believed Ethan Smith was her forever.

I muttered, It was already too late. She shook her head and leaned against the wall. For a moment, she said nothing. Then softly: “You see, Olivia, I understand you. The first day I came into this school, I was scarred and afraid that I couldn’t fit in. But you showed me around. Your friends welcomed me and treated me just like they treated everyone else.” I looked up. She went on, her voice was fragile but firm. “You were used to being in the spotlight, I guess. And then suddenly, I came, attention shifted to me and you started drifting with your friends.”

The shadows of my parents, of Kian, of fire and blood, warned me that trust was death. Yet his hand, warm and steady around mine, anchored me. His voice, low and insistent, promised me something I had never allowed myself to hope for: safety. Belonging. Connection. And for the first time in years, I allowed myself a single, fleeting thought: maybe it was possible to want something without it destroying me. But the moment shattered when Roshan stepped forward, voice sharp, controlled, but laced with ice. “Enough. We’re not done here. Not until I know the truth. And neither of us walks away until you answer.”

"Freya, if it weren't for Shawn, I might have died in that war. While absolute loyalty for a werewolf is enough for them to willingly give their life for the Alpha, there's no denying that he saved me. Before he died, Shawn entrusted Tracy to me. As I mentioned earlier, I thought love was something that would never enter my life, so at the time, I didn't grasp the weight of a vow. Under the moonlight, to lay my departed best friend and Beta to rest in peace, I vowed to take good care of his only family member, his sister Tracy." "However, as time passed, everything began to change. I never anticipated that Tracy would become increasingly dependent on me. I tolerated Tracy repeatedly for the

Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea