These Hollow Vows Smut Novelas e Histórias

Even the choice of our wedding venue had nothing to do with me anymore. That night I slept at a friend’s house. Shane never once tried to contact me. The next day, after finishing my work handover, I stepped into the villa and was greeted by the sound of Tania’s laughter. "During the vows, there must be rose petals drifting down from both sides. That’s what makes it romantic." Shane sat beside her, his eyes locked onto her with a tenderness I had never once received. "Anything you want," he said warmly. She had his devotion, something I had never been granted.

In one move, he yanked me to him, his grip strong, possessive. "You're a fucking slut. You know that, right?" he whispered, voice rough against my ear as his palm landed hard on my ass. I gasped—not from pain, but from the way my body lit up in response. My core throbbed with need, my legs weak. "More," I whispered, arching my back, pushing my ass into him like a silent challenge. He didn't hesitate. Liam spun me around, shoved the nightshirt up to my waist, and brought his hand down hard. The sharp smack echoed inside the tent, and I moaned, the sting delicious, the heat spreading fast. Again. And again.

And for the first time since all this began—since the Hollow, since Daemon, since Monroe’s voice haunted the edge of every decision—Damien felt something stir in his chest that wasn’t fear. It was hope. Raw. Quiet. But real.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

> “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again. The bullet was forged from the betrayal bone. Cast from the marrow of a son who betrayed his blood. You must choose who will carry it. And who will be erased.” He finished reading. No one moved. Then, softly, Bianca said, “It was always going to be

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

Despite the harsh and hateful words he throws at her whenever he saw her, she felt her stomach move in an explainable ways He stood from the table and took an envelop he had dropped at the side table and threw it in front of her. " This are the divorce papers. I am tired of this marriage. I hate you to the bones. The more I stay with you the more I feel disgusted. A woman who has no moral standing in the society cannot be my wife. I have wasted three years of my time because of your tricks. I would have married the woman I love by now. Since the person that brought you here is no more, you have place here." He bend down holding the table looking down at her trembling hands as she tried to h

Walking towards the reception, I noticed my good friend, Kimberly Law 'Kim' for short, hastily talking to someone and taking notes. I went to her and said, "Hey Kim." She ended her call and huffed, "Cici, I need to get laid.” "What?" I frowned. Yes, only Kim can think of getting laid in such a tense atmosphere. "Yes, all this pressure is getting to me; I need a release, Cici. You know I didn't even have time to touch up my makeup today." She purred like a cat in her English accent, looking all seductive and needy.

She pierced her eyes at Duke, trying to look as intimidating as she could. “And you think I want to take an arrogant man like you as my husband?” she said with stern voice, still holding down her glass on the table. “Don’t make me laugh,” she sarcastically said. Duke only raised an eyebrow. He noticed the woman’s grip on her glass begins to tighten. He smirks before speaking. “Are you laughing?” he sarcastically asked back which made Laura roll her eyes. His research about her was right. Pompous and self-assertive.