Vows Of Deception Novels & Stories

Even then, I still forced myself to keep it low so I wouldn't frighten the baby. "What he needs is a life without betrayal or deception! And what can you give him, Raimondo? A world full of women like Anna surrounding you? Endless family wars and dirty power games?" Raimondo looked like he had been struck by the truth. He staggered back half a step, agony surging visibly in his eyes. "I won't… I won't do it again, Cassia. I swear on my life—" I cut him off with a short, bitter laugh. "You swear? Did you forget? On our tenth anniversary, you were kissing me while flirting with Anna in Italese. Your vow is the cheapest thing in this world, Raimondo."

"What do you propose we do then? You suddenly coming to me with this idea was unexpected. What do you think we're supposed to do?" He sipped his wine for a while before speaking. "We get revenge on them. We beat them to their own game. The only way we can achieve this is deception." I raised a brow, "Deception?" What is this man talking about? One minute he's asking us to trust each other and now he's talking about deception? Come closer. I hesitated for a while, seeing that he is serious I moved over to him. He whispered his plans in my ears. I understand everything he said, but can I still trust him? What if this is a trap?

I moved off the bench and knelt on the ground to force him to look at me. He stared at me with an intensity that made it feel as if goosebumps were forming over my skin. I wasn’t sure if they were good or bad or if it was simply because I was eager to know. Finally, he sighed, and I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and waited for him to say something. “I was sworn to secrecy, and if he finds out I let it slip, it could get me in a lot of trouble.” “I vow on the Goddess that I will not tell him you told me anything!” Even if I wasn’t a werewolf, I shouldn’t have vowed upon the Goddesses name, as I was now bound by the Vow.

"I’ll give you anything you need, Isabella. But you have to choose." Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, seeing the passion, the sincerity, the intense emotion behind his proposal she was left with so many unanswered questions. Was it a deception? Or could it have been the truth? She glanced down at the letter again, the weight of it nearly intolerable. Alexander’s treachery. The falsehoods. The power. And now, Lucian’s offer was as risky as it was tempting. "Choose, Isabella." Lucian’s voice was low and powerful

"Will you have Seph Adrian, to be your wife, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?" The priest passed the speaker towards Hades’ mouth “I do” He replied without any hesitation. For me, His instant reply was not something depicting love it was all to end this fast and then lead me towards my ruin. His vows of comfort honor and faithfulness are void. In them is the promise of punishment, suffering, and torment. The crowd clapped and the priest turned toward me. “Will you have Hades Maximilian Decardo to be your husband, to live in holy mar

I felt like I needed it right now. Finally, my nerves calmed to normal. I offered him a nervous smile, and he responded with a flirty eyebrow raise. “Misunderstandings, um, Alpha, they are at the very base of all deception. No deceiver can be queen,” Elder Sybil added in a measured tone, setting her palms flat on the table. “The red wolf…” Elder Victor raised, shifting in his chair. “She is th…” Connery cut in adamantly, rising from his chair. “I am,” I stopped Connery, glaring at him. I lifted my chin a fraction, and then I swayed my gaze at Victor and corrected, “I was.”

“No one is going to touch them. You have my word.” “They’re not like me, I swear. They’re wolves. I promise they are! No one else knows. Just you. I faked those tests. I led my family astray for their own safety. I was going into the cloth and taking my vows so that no one would ever know. So I couldn’t get married. I won’t have children, I swear. I won’t pass this on!” I nod several times as tears spill down my cheeks. I begin to fall to my knees, but my legs won’t bend. I’m not sure what I’m begging for anymore. The words spill without my consent. “Just–make it quick. Please. I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. That’s why I’ve done everything I had to do. A

Dream on. "And by the way, the pregnancy was fake. I lied to you. What are you going to do about it? "Other than me, who else would even want a stray dog like you?" Wyatt trembled with rage. He raised his hand, ready to strike her. However, when he saw the fearless look on her face, his hand dropped to his side weakly. Yeah… what did he even have left now? The truth was, no one believed the Sterling family could recover anymore.

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

“The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.” His words hit harder than the belt. Cassandra’s face burned with shame and arousal. She could feel how soaked her panties were, the lace completely drenched and clinging to her folds. Grayson hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. His fingers teased her bare, soaked pussy lips. He spread her wetness up and down, circling her swollen clit with feather-light touches. Every stroke made her hips buck forward, chasing more pressure