Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

An unsettling silence. Delia's complexion turned even paler, her once rosy lips resembling a wilted flower. She quivered, her lips trembling, her gaze cast downward, her fluttering eyelashes resembling startled butterfly wings. Yet, this couldn't conceal the astonishing truth—she still hadn't spoken those crucial words. The vows taken under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess were sacred and immutable. Betraying them incurred the wrath of the Moon Goddess. That was why werewolves never made vows lightly.

But why do I feel like that’s not the truth? “Luke, I know that you didn’t do that. I know it because…” Millie paused, looking down. “…you have been protecting me from the real bad guys, right?” Luke smiled at her. “I’m glad that you don’t think of me as a bad guy. But what if I am?” Millie gulped down. He’s right. What if he was really a bad guy and she was just being deceived? She took a step back. “I… I know you wouldn’t do anything bad to me.”

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.”

) It has been loosely translated it as: In this place Through the whispers of ancient winds, In shadows where secrets thin. Compel the truth, uncover the deception, In words spoken, the betrayer is revealed. Obey the authority, reveal the plan, No disguised lies shall intervene. Withstand the power, expose the conspiracy, In this compulsion of truth, their treason is caught. Command with words, no option of denial, Binding charm, secrets shall not lie. Abide by the command, reveal the plan, Yield to truth, so compelled you stand.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

Holding a firm grasp on it, I sit criss-crossed on the floor, making myself comfortable and ready to obtain forbidden knowledge. The book was quite small, yet it weighted on my hands. I knew how wrong and grave my actions were, yet I cannot walk away from the scene. I Caress my fingers over the book cover while thinking through what I am about to do. My conscious Unable to give a blind eye to my wrong desires neither am I willing turn away, we make a deal that I would only look at the first page but boy who was I kidding . This book belongs to: S/I, were the only words written on the first page. Feeling unsatisfied with the little information the first page gave, I moved on to the second.

“Yes, I do.” His voice was firm. Clear. Without the slightest tremor. The priest nodded, then turned. “Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love him, to protect him, to honor him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to him until death do you part?” The voice echoed softly. Sacred. Yet it felt unfamiliar. Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth.

Watch this,” I said, my voice steady as I stepped onto the stage in that blood-red gown. The spotlight hit me hard. Two hundred of the most influential people in the room turned my way. I tapped the tablet once. The giant screens behind me exploded. Bank records. Contracts. Photos of dead bodies. Every dirty secret stamped with the Volkov name. Gasps ripped through the ballroom. Someone dropped a champagne glass. It shattered loud against the marble floor. “Ladies and gentlemen,” I spoke into the mic, letting the words cut sharp, “tonight we stop pretending. Luciano Volkov isn’t some respected businessman. He’s a killer, and his family has spilled enough innocent blood.”

The way he told me not to move on—but looked like he was praying I wouldn't give up. I turned to the table by my right and picked up a pen. “Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.”

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de