Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

She whispered into the silence, “Goodbye.” Eva touched her hand, grounding her. “He chose to disappear. We choose to stay.” *** That evening, the villa gathered around the hearth. The children insisted on reading from Eva’s manuscript—her book, titled Hidden Vows. She stood with her small frame lit by the glow of the fire, her voice weaving words into the night: “Once there was a woman who forgot herself, but she found herself again in the eyes of her daughters. She was not the same as before—she was more. She was every version of herself, broken and remade. And in that truth, she was free.”

"You really don’t know how this happened?" Who was it that invited me to the ocean in the middle of a typhoon? Who abandoned me for Nora? And who dragged me half a mile across the road with his car? Michael rubbed at his nose, a flicker of guilt flashing in his eyes. Nonetheless, his voice was all righteousness and defense as he said, "I’ve told you, we’re innocent. I only helped her because I felt sorry for her. She’s just a small-town girl trying to survive in the city. If you can’t trust me, that’s on you."

As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears. “I’m sorry.” I nodded. “Bye.” In the days that followed, with my grandfather’s support, the company grew bigger and stronger. However, what made me happiest was seeing the legal team I founded help countless girls who had been controlled, blackmailed, driven into depression or left helpless. We were always meant to be sunflowers. Why should we ever feel ashamed of our beautiful petals? Don’t fear the stares of others. Grow boldly and live your life. (The End)

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

Violet POV I stared at the signed contract when I woke, finally believing it wasn’t a dream, I have reread it for the fifth time now and I didn’t know what prompted this generosity from Aleksei but I knew it had nothing to do with genuinety. 20% SHARES TRANSFERRED BY ALEKSEI CARMENE FROM CARMENE LTD TO VIOLET VALE CARMENE. The first thing that came to my mind was to hire Antonio as my right hand man, I needed him close by, someone whose loyalty wasn’t bought with the Carmen coin. I dialed his number and he picked at the first ring .

"Back when the family was in crisis, your father paid a heavy price to have a reading done. It said that if you married a mute woman whose birth chart matched yours, the family's fortune would be preserved. "But the moment she speaks… the family will fall apart." The reading was not wrong. It just had not foreseen that I was not truly mute–I stayed silent because my words brought misfortune. Connor scoffed. "That's superstition. Tricks to fool old people. Everything this family has now–we built it ourselves. What does it have to do with her? "If she's so capable, why couldn't she even raise her own son properly?" Eleanor hesitated. She had doubted it too. But ever since Connor married Sienna

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

Two curved daggers forged of obsidian and bone. A short sword etched with names Dante recognized—old dons, extinct houses, his own father. And a small, leather-bound book. Alessia picked it up, flipping to the last page. It was written in her mother’s hand. Her breath caught. “Alessia?” Dante stepped closer. She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly, she read: “When the First returns, so shall the Last. Our daughter must choose not just between love and power—but between vengeance and peace. May she choose better than I did.”

She turned it over in her hands, and her eyes widened slightly at the title embossed on the back: "The Shepherd’s Keep." She blinked, confusion creasing her brow. Her fingers traced the letters, her breathing shallow. She quickly flipped the book open, and her eyes scanned the first heading: “Code of Conduct.” Vanessa's forehead was lined with furrows. The words on the page seemed strange, almost esoteric, as if they belonged to some ancient society. She read the first three rules aloud in a whisper, her voice barely audible: *"The shepherd must protect the dignity and interest of his initiate at all costs, his gold and his silver"

“Oh, I’m sorry.” “There is no need to worry. My name is Micah, and I am your brother. I’m one of the Virtues, like you. I’m humility, and Sariah is Diligence,” Micah explains. He’s so calm, while my mind is whirling. I’m Temperance, a Virtue created by the Moon to give mortals morals and a healthy way to live. Thought told me so myself. And surrounding me, are two others, who I have never met, but who just saved my mind. I’m not as surprised as I thought I would be. In fact, I’m relieved I’m in their presence.