Virtuous Vows Book Novels & Stories

I should have stopped her from raping that male, and I should have told her husband the truth and not bound Isis. “Oh, you think we are going to fight. That’s cute.” I smiled as I dug my nail into my palm to draw just enough blood. I heard John whimper behind me. He must have smelled my blood. Glancing back, I saw the gold ring around his eyes and knew Irving was worried too. I smiled, nodding at him, wanting them to trust me. I drew the sigil to focus my thoughts with my finger as I softly, barely audibly, whispered the words. “Voluntas tua mea est. Tu mandata mea servabis.”

"Mistress, be calm, please!" Nyxie stared. "Who the hell are you?" "I am the virtue Charity. You are my hostess. Pleasure to meet you." "Yet another thing that I didn't know about!" Erys sighed. "Life is full of surprises." "Us virtues were told not to speak unless necessary. Verbal exchanges and familiar faces are not how the virtues communicate with our hosts. Please be calm, let us take you to family."

"Do you solemnly swear that you would uphold the virtues and honor this pack is based on", the elder said. Brian nodded, placing a hand on the big book of wolves while the other was raised towards the sky, in an upward motion. "Yes, I do", he said. "And do you promise to treat justice with patience, equality and with all fairness", the elder said. "Yes, I will to the best of my abilities", Brian said. "Very well. Now, to your mate", the elder said.

And smiled evilly at her. The Bishop then look towards Elena and speaks up, "Do, you Elena Marshall, Take, Demon Knight, To be your husband, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Elena looked towards her would be husband and speaks up," I do" The Bishop then give them the weeding ring and they slipped it into each other's hand..

“Why blame yourself? You spared your time to help me. There are very few people who can respond positively to a request from a wrong unknown number. "Thank you very much for your help ,” she said. Alexander Reid extended his hand toward her,” Am Alexander Reid, pleasure to meet you.” Vanessa shook his hand,” am Vanessa, pleasure to meet you too, and thank you very much for everything you have done for me,” she said while smiling at him. Her smile was sweet and intoxicating. He liked it. He just hoped that she could continue smiling. He was one of those people who strongly believed that people you meet should never determine what future you live. One had to cut off unimportant people from the

"You said before that you were traumatized because your mom nearly died giving birth to you. Then, you told me that you would never have a child in this lifetime. But when it's for Lionel, you're suddenly unafraid." Rhiannon argued, "That's because I owe him this. Back then, he was seriously injured while saving me and became impotent. What's wrong with me giving him a child? He saved my life! Can you please stop being so unreasonable?" Her eyes reddened as she glared at me. She insisted that the pregnancy was done via in vitro fertilization and that the Devine family would raise the child themselves. So, according to her, we didn't need to worry about anything.

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

Then, carefully, she picked it up. She opened the first page. No dates. No titles. Just words—raw, almost chaotic. Some pages were covered in neat, cursive writing. Others had half-sketched faces, a few incomplete portraits. One looked like a child curled up on the floor. Another, resembled her. Zara’s eyes moved across the lines. “The house applauds perfection, but no one hears the screams behind the applause.” “Every time I breathe, I feel like I’m stealing air from someone more worthy.”

“Give it time, dear. These things take patience.” Moving past her into what appears to be a sitting room, I notice details that feel important despite their meaninglessness. Books with Italian titles are scattered across side tables. A cashmere throw is draped over the sofa in a specific way. Fresh lilies are in a crystal vase—my favorite flowers, according to my husband. Something flickers behind my eyes like lightning. Stone walls bathed in golden warmth. Silk sheets twisted around naked limbs. A man’s voice speaking Italian words that make my skin burn with remembered pleasure.

Chapter 22 Charlotte spent the last few days meticulously observing Ezra, Volkan’s supposed wife, a woman who radiated an unsettling aura of fragility and controlled fury. She couldn't control her anger when it came to this woman either. She wasn't sure if she was angry for her or with her. Ezra’s story, of a love-struck naive girl, swept off her feet by a charismatic mafia boss, was riddled with inconsistencies, tiny cracks in the carefully constructed façade.