Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

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.”

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

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 never sold drugs, Gabriel… I never did. Ethan wiped my accounts and cheated on me with some woman… and I just, I didn’t have a choice.” “So because your ex cheated on you, you thought it was okay to accept a fucking contract to deceive me?” My voice cracks, a low growl escaping as I take another step toward her. My body is vibrating with rage. “Is that your excuse, Gloria? That I’m just a pawn in your pathetic little game of survival?” Her face pales, and I see her eyes shimmer with pain, but I don’t care. “Was it all a lie?” I push, my voice breaking. “Every fucking thing we shared? Was it just an act to make sure I fell for you, so you could secure your contract? Was it all fake from th

I promise my mate, the alpha can throw whoever he wants in and I'd win. "Bring him in," the alpha yells, bring him in, I don't care, this pack seem to be able to shock me every day, new things that are counted as ruthless, things that are happening here only. The one that was brought in the ring was a creature, a feral one, one that held no humanity left in them, black eyes, long fangs, foam over their mouth, a rogue wolf, but not any rogue, a feral rogue, the one that needs to be put down out of their misery.

"I want to say that now our lives will be joined forever, and I will be the most loyal wife you could have." Phew, I felt relieved. I didn't know how those words came out of my mouth, but I was glad they did. I took a deep breath before freaking out. Then, the priest asked for DeLuca's vows, and his response was simply, "A Don doesn't need to make vows, Father, you may proceed." What? What a jerk, he couldn't even be nice at our fake wedding. Dude. My vows were a complete lie, but I had no choice, and at least I spoke.

he said. "Yes," I said. He was quiet for a moment. He looked at me. "Amara," he said. "Yes." "The vows," he said. "What do you want to say?" I thought about that. About vows. About what needed to be said. About what was already known. About the specific quality of words that were true rather than performed. "The truth," I said. "Just the truth." I paused. "What is actually true about what we are and what we're choosing." I paused. "Nothing that sounds like something we heard somewhere." I paused. "Just the actual words."

"It is not without logic." "Yes," Sera said. "Their definition of deception is doing significant work," he said. "If the panel accepts that concealing her voice constitutes material deception the argument holds." "If," Cress said. "If," Finn confirmed. He looked at the document. "The question is what the concealment was in response to," he said. "Deception implies intent to deceive for personal gain." He looked at Sera. "What were you concealing from?" Sera looked at him. "A structure designed to punish accurate perception," she said.

"We can switch the herbs, mess with the oils or something....I dunno. We just can't sit here and do nothing." I knew that. I knew that it was a dumb idea for us to wait for our incoming destruction, but I had no idea how to solve this problem. The Moon Vow was one of the most powerful, dangerous vows known to wolves. And it was for a reason. "You do know that we can't risk lying to the moon goddess, right?" Olivia said, her voice slightly trembling as her eyes darted between us. "We will be damned for all eternity if we dare utter a word of falsehood in that vow—"

“I swear to you on all that is holy, I am not sleeping with a demon. If I am lying, may my Father strike me dead.” Nothing happened. All faces turned to me, each sporting identical frowns. My lips tightened. Angels were just like faeries—they didn’t tell lies. But they could sure as hell use misdirection. He’d just sworn a deadly vow but had phrased his wording so carefully that anyone not listening closely enough would believe it was the truth. I walked to the edge of the circle, and said, “The only reason you’re still not having an affair with Namara is because she dumped you.”