Virtuous Vows Book の小説・ストーリー

the priest commanded. "Cadeau please recite the vow again," She took in a deep breath and rephrased with her eyes closed this time,. "I- I will love you solely for the rest of my life, every other man in my life will be second and I vow to remain chaste." She articulated. The priest spattered more puffed rice to the hearth the same time Akarui took another step and signified, "May we be blessed with a noble and obedient long eternity as you have brought sacredness into my life and have completed me. And may our hearts be compressed together forever,"

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

For as long as the moon goddess wills it and as long as there is breath in my lungs. She repeated. Leonardo nodded. "I vow to be loyal to my pack and my alpha..." "I vow to be loyal to my pack and alpha..." "For as long as I shall live." "For as long as I shall live." Leonardo nodded and dropped the leather bound book. Viola wondered what it was. It couldn't be a bible was it? Maybe it was a book that contained all the pack laws and traditions, like some sort of a manual. That… that could be it.

Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center. In delicate handwriting—gold ink, smudged with ash—it read: “Lie to the Crown. Lose the tongue.” Eirwen didn’t laugh. But she did smile. Just a little. “This some kind of mafia poem?” she asked. Triarch Vow didn’t move. Domenik did. He stepped toward her, voice softer than it should’ve been. “This is not metaphor. It’s doctrine.” “You want me afraid?” “No,” he said. “I want you honest.”

Proprietary reverence. ​The first physical acknowledgement that I am not behind the glass case with the porcelain tea-sets and the matched pearls. I am inside the machinery. The teeth of the press left grease on my cuff; the grease is now on his thumb as he traces the line of the joint with slow, deliberate pressure. ​"The boy," Valeriano whispers, his face inches from mine now, dark lashes dropping low as he measures the depth of the scratch. "Is he still breathing under the stairs?"

"Humility." Once again, the guardian nods, acknowledging Tritan's understanding. Finally, her gaze shifts to Joe, the last member of the party, who is now entrusted with the final challenge. Her voice reverberates through the water, carrying the weight of the merfolk's values. "In depths unknown, where merfolk reside, a virtue cherished, like a rising tide. Not bound by form, nor by birthright, it's the measure of worth, shining so bright. What am I, that guides the merfolk's way, a virtue of value, each passing day?"

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

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!”