Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

“We are the blood of Vale. Brothers still, though we walk different paths. May this oath bind truth, even as our choices tear us apart.” Zara shivered. The magic sealed the words in place like a lock behind ancient iron doors. But something felt wrong. Too easy. Too rehearsed. And she wasn’t the only one who sensed it. One of the other council members—a fae woman with silver-dusted hair—narrowed her eyes. “If your oath is true, why does the air reek of deception?” Victor laughed, stepping back. “Because deception is part of power, darling.” “Enough,” Maxim growled. “This isn’t theater.”

If they wanted a chance at changing their future, they had to rewrite the rules together. Elara took a slow step forward. “Swear it, then. No deception. No hidden knives.” Vesper smirked. “Would you even believe me if I did?” A silence stretched between them before Elara raised her hand, a flicker of ancient magic dancing at her fingertips. “Then let’s make it unbreakable.” His smirk faded. This was no ordinary alliance. This was a binding oath—one that, if betrayed, would cost them both more than their lives.

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

"What vow?" The messenger raised a finger to point at Dean, a trace of mockery in his tone. "That vow. The one where you swore that if there was ever a next time, you would rather be the one to suffer. You promised you'd never again let those around you pay with their blood and lives." Dean's pupils contracted slightly, his entire body freezing as if struck by the weight of those words. He lowered his head, his voice barely audible, "I remember. That was the vow I made in secret."

She informed me that I had become infamous across the internet. Rhiannon posted a photo of herself in a wedding dress and accused me of canceling the wedding out of jealousy. What seemed like a post innocently questioning why things had come to this was actually a calculated attempt to manipulate public opinion. She claimed I canceled the wedding because she didn't want children. She went on and accused me of asking her to return the wedding gifts, as well as the jointly funded house and car. Rhiannon didn't stop there. She falsely claimed that I demanded her to return the gifts I gave her when we were dating.

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

My voice cracked with emotion as I continued. "I promise to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to build a life with you that is filled with love, laughter, and adventure. I promise to be patient, kind, and understanding, even when the road ahead is uncertain. I promise to hold your hand, to look into your eyes, and to tell you how much I love you, every day, for the rest of my life." As I finished my vows, Derek's eyes filled with tears, and he pulled me into a passionate kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

“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.

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.