Vows Are Spoken To Be Broken Novels & Stories

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

“If I say yes.” He seemed to have expected that question. “It looks like we're choosing each other without anything forcing it,” he said. “It looks like building something that belongs to us, not to a system or a situation.” He paused, then added, “It looks like vows that mean something because we chose them, not because they were required.” I felt something shift inside me. “What kind of vows?” I asked quietly. He took another breath. “The kind we decide for ourselves,” he said. “Not words someone else wrote. Not promises that sound right but mean nothing in practice.”

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

"I made a vow, and I can't break it." "What?" Oliver looked at me in shock. I nodded helplessly. Loyalty was fundamental to werewolves; once we made a vow, it couldn't be broken. Oliver sighed, his eyes showing both understanding and helplessness. "Alright, Fern," he sighed, patting my shoulder. "I'll return to our parents and see if there's a way to nullify the vow. In the meantime, take care of yourself until I come back for you." I nodded, grateful for Oliver's concern and support. "Thank you, Oliver," I said, tears welling up as I hugged him tightly. "I'll take care of myself."

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.”

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.

I had believed every promise he made, no matter how fragile the idea of forever truly was. As long as he said the words, I believed them. But now, the vows faded, the promises turned to dust, and the person I once loved was gone. I carved Pierse out of my life—a slow, excruciating process, like cutting away flesh and bone. And yet, he still left behind cracks that could never be filled. … When Dolly stormed up to confront me outside my office building, I had just wrapped up a major project.

, he replied. Rosy clenched the documents in her hand and suddenly felt the urge to throw them in his face. He was truly a scoundrel. “Mr Johnson…”. “Rosy, I don't accept verbal promises. I won't give you another chance to deceive me, a woman who is unreliable with her words. Either come here and lock the door if you want to do it, or leave if you don't.”. Stephen interrupted. Rosy was infuriated. When had she been unreliable with her words? When had she deceived him? She didn't argue. She didn't want to share her husband with other women. Rosy turned and walked away. As she opened the door, Stephen's cold voice came from behind.

he whispered, too low for the crowd to hear. “I’m fine,” I lied, holding the bouquet so hard the petals broke. “You don’t look fine,” he said kindly. “If you’re not ready” “I’m ready,” I cut him off. “Let’s just… get through this.” His eyes flickered with hurt, but he nodded. The minister began to speak, words about love and honor and forever. Each promise landed like a stone in my stomach. Then, mid-sentence, a wave of nausea rolled through me. My skin went cold.