Vow Or Never Novels & Stories

" Lucas trembled. "We’re done," I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "From now on, there’s nothing between us." I looked at Lucas—the face I had once adored was now etched with pain and panic. But inside, I felt nothing. My heart was as calm as still water, untouched by even the faintest ripple. The love I once had for him had long been washed away by pain and despair. "I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!"

Next to them was an older looking woman and two men. “…it is now time to say your vows." I directed my attention back to the altar. I hadn’t prepared anything special, I didn’t even have the time or the energy. I had to come up with something on the spot, and I expected Christian to do the same. “I, Hazel Bennett, promise to love you through thick and thin, through sickness and health, and promise to be there for you all the days of our lives.” I ran through the vows quickly and was done. It was now Christian’s turn. I looked at him expectantly.

Aden told me. "WHAT! That's Nick's-" "-favorite and expensive wine bottle I know," Aden said, completing my sentence. "We have to stop this. I am calling Nick. Under no circumstance, and I mean it, under no circumstance, are you to get the Chateau Margaux bottle out." I frantically told Aden and rushed out. I quickly walked out towards the reception. Luckily, I did not have an encounter with Mr. Matthew. Walking towards the reception, I noticed my good friend, Kimberly Law 'Kim' for short, hastily talking to someone and taking notes.

Not just love but survival, not just passion but a war against the curse and the shadow pressing closer. When it ended, when we lay tangled together, her breath against my chest, her hand over my heart, she whispered, “Now keep your vow.” I closed my eyes, my arms wrapped tight around her, and whispered back, “Always.” But the echo of Rivan’s voice still lingered, and that silence inside me made the vow feel too fragile.

He didn’t joke. He simply whispered, “Never.” And he walked out, leaving her heart racing harder than any gunshot ever could. Tonight, promises would be broken. Loyalties would be revealed. And blood would be shed. But not hers. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"Besides, back then, your brother was just waiting for a chance to overthrow you. Some of the Capos and even your enemies were all watching for any misstep. So Sofia decided to keep everything quiet. "Now that things have settled down and your brother is no longer a threat, it's time you learned the truth. More importantly, Donna Nostra and Sofia made a five-year promise. After five years, Sofia would be free. Now the deadline has come, and I hope the two of you can—" The moment Lorenzo heard "five-year promise", he grabbed Matteo's arm. "Five years? What's supposed to happen after five years?" Lorenzo's shaken expression told Matteo everything. He was regretting it now. But I probably would

This was the way young pups expressed affection. He said, "Your friend is so pitiful. Luckily, Dad and I will love you forever." Caelum set down his coat and walked over to pull both of them into his arms. As usual, the Alpha scent he gave off was possessive yet gentle. "Liam is right, Sera. Our family will be together forever. It's a vow we made to the Moon Goddess," Caelum said lovingly. Seraphina didn't respond. She looked down, and her long lashes hid the bitterness in her eyes.

The bass thumped through the crowded mansion like a second heartbeat, but Elena Voss felt hers stuttering in her throat. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across designer dresses and tailored suits, while laughter sliced through the air like shards of glass. This was supposed to be a celebration. Richard Hale’s latest business triumph but for Elena, it felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of wolves.

The old staircase. The family photographs. The piano. The broken clock. She walked toward the living room. Then stopped. A photograph had been placed on the table. She picked it up. It showed her and Ethan on their wedding day. But there was something written across the photograph. THE PERFECT COUPLE. Ava turned it over. Another message. YOU NEVER KNEW HIM. Her fingers tightened around it. Lily looked over her shoulder. "Someone wants you to doubt him." "Maybe I should."

Nobody who had ever underestimated Rowen had done it twice. They came at each other the way wolves fought, no posturing, no circling, just the immediate full contact of two animals who knew each other well enough to skip the warning and go straight to the work. Teeth and weight and speed. Rowen hit hard. Damir hit harder. They rolled and reset and came at each other again and again with the particular rhythm of a training session that was also, if you watched closely, two people working something out that had nothing to do with technique.