Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

"I vow to never take you for granted. To never forget what it cost you to give me another chance. To never use my power to harm you. To always choose you. To always protect you. To always love you exactly as you are. I vow to be the mate you deserve. The father our children need. The Alpha our pack needs. I vow to be better every day. To never stop growing. To never stop proving I'm worthy of you. I vow forever, Elara. Forever." "I vow to trust you." I said. "To stop waiting for you to fail. To stop protecting myself from happiness. To accept that transformation is real. That you've changed. That we've built something that will last. I vow to be your partner. Your equal. Your mate in all thi

His hands held her legs apart, fingers pressing into her smooth skin. A cleaning crew member walked past the glass wall in the distance. The sound of a vacuum cleaner hummed far down the hallway. Valentina’s pussy grew even wetter on Leo’s tongue. The risk sent a fresh rush of excitement through her. She bit her lip hard and kept her eyes on the papers.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

“You spell it like leash.” Threads pour from Oathkeeper’s palm—clauses knotted to cut. Heat surges in me; my tongue reaches for curses I don’t respect. The pulse hits soft, close. The cords hesitate. I shove my flame where it has wanted to go since the first page turned: Into the book. Ink blisters and screams. POV: Oathkeeper Vows do not scream. Vows obey. I have kept the Ledger since God thought obedience was how kindness stood up straight. I bleed bonds from wrists to paper for those who forget.

He understood what the vows were for in June. They were for saying, in front of forty people and specifically to Elijah, the thing that was true. The complete thing, the thing that had no gaps in it, the thing that didn't require qualification or professional register or the careful architecture he sometimes built around the true things to make them easier to say. The vows were not a memo. They were not brief. They were not a document to be analysed and revised and circulated for comment. They were words to be spoken, aloud, in front of witnesses, to the person who mattered most. He sat at his desk on a Saturday morning in September.

ELIJAH The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle either. The perfect description was the famous 'this is hunger made flesh' line. His mouth crashed over mine with the speed of a predator after prey. His lips were hot against mine, his mouth engulfing my own in his. He devoured me as if he had been starving since the start of his life. I wasn't any better. I gave myself up readily like I had also been waiting for this all along. The truth was I had.

Everywhere she went, the staff seemed to materialize and disappear like ghosts. They move silently, never making eye contact, never offering a greeting. It reinforced Miss Florence's earlier implied message: Sophia was an intruder, not mistress of the house. She found a magnificent library, a hidden sanctuary that seemed to breathe history. As she stepped inside, the air was heavy with the scent of aged paper and leather, a comforting aroma that wrapped around her like a familiar embrace. Shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books stretched majestically to the ceiling, each volume a promise of adventure, wisdom, and secrets waiting to be uncovered.

he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the stillness. “I… I apologize, Alpha. The door was unlocked. I couldn’t resist.” She held the book out, her hand trembling slightly. He ignored it, stepping fully into the room and closing the door with a definitive click. “You read the words. You gave them voice. Do you understand what those letters are? They are vows. Promises of devotion and obedience.” Thalia’s breath hitched. “I meant no disrespect.” “Intentions are meaningless. Consequences are everything.” He moved closer, not with aggression, but with a predator’s grace that was far more disarming. “You have taken something that was not yours. Now, I will take something in return. A l

She doesn’t understand how much that feeds me. The priest drones about love, faith, eternal bonds. I hear none of it. I only watch Eve, soaking in the fury radiating from her. She has no smile for me, no softness. And yet she is magnificent. When prompted, I answer without hesitation. “I will.” My voice cuts through the cathedral like glass. The vows continue. The priest intones the lines I insisted on, relics of an older time. To love, honor, and obey. Not cherish. Cherish is for weak men. Obey is for me.

“The school’s motto is… to read virtuous books, to obey virtuous teachings, to have virtuous aspirations, to partake in virtuous activities, and to be a virtuous person.” Sally smiled. “You seem to have it down pat. But why are you not acting accordingly?” Startled, Fiona raised her gaze to look at Sally. “How do you know I’m not acting accordingly?” Sally continued smiling. “Let me ask you this. To read virtuous books, to obey virtuous teachings, to have virtuous aspirations, to partake in virtuous activities, and to be a virtuous person...” “Out of all these teachings, which teaches you to gossip about other people’s lives?