Vow Of Deception Novels & Stories

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

I had just canceled all the banquet arrangements and hadn't had time to inform our parents. My wife-to-be, Rhiannon Tate, came back right at that moment. She had just given birth, so she looked a bit weak. But as soon as she opened the door, she started berating me! "Have you deleted the comments? You're making Lionel look bad, do you know that?" she barked. Then, she walked over to me and leaned in slightly. My expression turned terrifyingly dark. My fiancée had lied about going abroad to study and secretly gave birth to Lionel Devine's baby. Lionel was her childhood sweetheart.

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

My voice cracked with emotion as I continued. "I promise to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to build a life with you that is filled with love, laughter, and adventure. I promise to be patient, kind, and understanding, even when the road ahead is uncertain. I promise to hold your hand, to look into your eyes, and to tell you how much I love you, every day, for the rest of my life." As I finished my vows, Derek's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a passionate kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

"Swear that you will never claim Diana Knight's shares. Swear you'll face consequences if you do." "What kind of consequences?" Christopher interrupted. "The kind," Ashlyn's eyes glittered, "that make fraud charges look pleasant." More whispers erupted. "Fine," Penelope's voice quavered. "I... I swear." "Properly," Ashlyn commanded. "On your reputation. On your family name." Tears gathered in Penelope's eyes as she raised her right hand. "I, Penelope Cole, hereby swear..." her voice cracked. "I swear I will never claim Diana Knight's shares of Knight Industries. I swear to face whatever consequences Ashlyn deems appropriate if I break this oath."

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

A relieved breath whooshed out of him at the sight of her safe and sound. Reyna stood from her throne, her body swayed. She regained her composure and straightened her shoulders. “Mathias, Marc and Alec, I appoint you the new ministers. The vampires will no longer support the elves. I pronounce them our sworn enemies.” Her gaze met his and held without wavering. “I, Reyna, the ruler of the North, swear my loyalty to Aluxious, my mate and ruler of the South. May this heart serves as a token of our kingdom’s union and our unborn child, the witness of this allegiance.”

“Your turn.” “I, Brandon Läwst, swear by Lucifer’s name and everything unholy, to fulfill my part of the deal, and keep nothing hidden whatsoever. Let my True Soul and the Will of the Evil One serve as witnesses. May my True Essence dissipate into nothingness if my actions are contrary.” With that, the deal is sealed, and the questions start flowing like water from a burst pipe.

“We are the blood of Vale. Brothers still, though we walk different paths. May this oath bind truth, even as our choices tear us apart.” Zara shivered. The magic sealed the words in place like a lock behind ancient iron doors. But something felt wrong. Too easy. Too rehearsed. And she wasn’t the only one who sensed it. One of the other council members—a fae woman with silver-dusted hair—narrowed her eyes. “If your oath is true, why does the air reek of deception?” Victor laughed, stepping back. “Because deception is part of power, darling.” “Enough,” Maxim growled. “This isn’t theater.”