Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

However, within me lurked a deceitful side that couldn't ignore the powerful bond between us and how my body reacted to him despite my internal anger. I hugged myself tightly, attempting to rid myself of his presence, but it proved futile. What is the most dreadful aspect? I had given permission for it. Each time, I promised myself I would resist and push him away, but in the end, I allowed him to overpower me. And, with God's help, I desired it.

"Is that so? If your investigation was thorough, then you should know that the mistress's pregnancy was a sham. You should also know that I didn't push her; she feigned the fall, using a blood bag to orchestrate a massive bleeding illusion." Yannie's lips parted slightly in astonishment. Julia's words left her utterly perplexed. "Godmother, don't be swayed by her words. She's concocting falsehoods to exonerate herself. Everyone present at the wedding witnessed her pushing that woman herself. What nonsense is this about a fake pregnancy? If the woman were truly faking it, why would the CEO of Ross Group insist on being with her? Could Carter be blind?" Cameron whispered insidiously into Yanni

“And who am I but God’s servant on earth, is he was killed, not once but twice, for being someone other than who he truly was. For lying.” “For being dishonest,” she said. Her tongue felt thick, her lips now without a doubt numb. She wondered if he heard her drunkenness in her words. In the slurring of her sentences or the way her lips refused to respond. And if he would tell on her. If she would be punished. Expelled. Destroyed. She wondered if she should take another drink. “Being dishonest has consequences.” He was watching her. “Deception travels, like a blackening swarm of ravenous flies, landing on the innocent, infecting them, changing them. Coloring them, these innocents, with the si

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

"What will your vows be?" "Mine?" He smiled. Sad. Twisted. Real. "Mine will be lies. Pretty words about love and devotion and forever. Because that's what people expect. What the ceremony requires. But between us? We know the truth. You just wrote it. I own you. You're mine. That's our vow. Our truth. Our reality." "Then why have a wedding at all? Why the ceremony? The dress? The performance?"

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake.

She'd always gotten away with it before—because Paolo let her. Too late. The bodyguards started closing in, and all she could do was beg. Then Paolo's voice again, cold and final: "No anesthesia. She brought this on herself. If she hadn't schemed, Aurora would still be mine." Click. Dead again. Zoe was wrecked. Strapped to the table, wide awake for the whole thing. All she could do was scream. Again and again, she cried out, "I was wrong! I was wrong!" Whether she regretted what she'd done—or just regretted picking the wrong guy—we'd never know.

The vow settled into me like iron. From that night, I began keeping secrets. When Damien prowled into my chambers, his golden eyes hungry and suspicious, I pressed the charm to my chest and forced calm into my body. He spoke of the Council’s demands, of Kael’s defiance, of war brewing at the borders—but I nodded silently, never letting him see the truth in my eyes. When Kael returned in the shadows, whispering promises of freedom, I pressed a finger to his lips and lied. It’s nothing. The healer was mistaken. There’s no child yet.

“I’m prepared to face the truth with you now, to share everything I’ve gathered. But I need you to understand that at the heart of this deception was a fierce desire to protect.” “What about loyalty?” I shot back. “You’ve ripped apart loyalty! Do you even realize what you’ve taken from me? From us?” The truth of the matter began to echo around us: loyalty spurred alliances beyond casual friendship; it solidified relationships that withstood outside threats. I had thought our bond was unbreakable, yet one act of deception had carved fissures too wide for mere words of apology to bridge.

My happiness was shattered. “It’s okay, Maria. Even if you are unable to say your vow, you will remain my queen,” he announced. “You will rule beside me as the queen. So, relax, Maria. I won’t fail you.” Liar. Everyone already knew that I wasn’t his real mate. They knew that I couldn’t say the vow because I wasn’t his mate. “How do you want to deceive everyone? Do you think they are fools?” I screamed. “They all know that I am not your true mate. I can’t take the vow, Alex. I’m useless.”