These Hollow Vows Smut Novels & Stories

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.

I pushed it open slowly, just a crack, and the sight that met me made my jaw drop. I stood there, paralyzed, my eyes wide as I took in the sight I never thought possible. Holloway the woman who carried herself like a statue of ice and judgement was completely unraveled. She was entirely naked, her pale skin flushed a deep, feverish pink. She was positioned on top of a man, her back arched and her head thrown back in a silent, agonizing pleasure. With every wild, downward thrust, her breasts bounced against his chest, the movement raw and uninhibited. The man’s hands were buried in her hips, guiding her with a rough, desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan. The air in the room was thic

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

A woman is grinding against her partner while staring at us. Another lady brought out her sex toy fucking herself with it while staring at me. "They can see everything," Dante growled in my ear. "See how desperate you are. How wet. How well you take my cock." He thrust harder and I cried out. "Some of them are touching themselves," he continued. "That couple over there? They're fucking now because of you. Because they watched you bent over this bar, moaning like a whore." Holy crap. "And him?" Dante nodded toward a man standing a few feet away, stroking himself through his pants. "He wants to join in. He wants to know what you taste like or feel like."

Hawthorne moved to my hole pounding me while the others stroked themselves over my body, I lost count of how many loads they fed me. One in my mouth that I swallowed. Another deep in my ass from Victor while I came a third time.They marked my chest and face At some point they put the thick tail plug back inm Then they made me crawl in around the room on all fours displaying their work. “Look at him,” Mr. Hawthorne said proudly“Covered, filled, and still wagging. Perfect little fuck-pup.” Rewrite starting from here I want some spicy shit smut but end the arc this chapter

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I didn't sleep. How could I? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the pit of obsidian shards Morgana mentioned. I saw myself falling, my fake noble skin tearing apart to reveal the poor weaver underneath.