When Vow Breaks Novels & Stories

"Tess, I vow to be your protector and provider, your safe space, Ti amo." They were short and sweet and that is what I wanted. Luca cleared his throat when I said the last two words. He was the only other one that knew what that meant and I was going to hear about this later. "Tessalynn, your vows." She took a deep breath, and I could feel her hands shake as she began to speak. "Tyson, I know that we've just met but something feels right when I'm with you. You've already protected me, but I vow to be a good wife and to be your safe space and to help provide for both of us. We're a team, we do it together. I also vow to learn Italian, so I know what you are saying to me."

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

No kisses, no embraces, no casual touches, nothing without clear permission. This vow stands regardless of circumstance, regardless of desire, regardless of how much I want to break it. I will honor your bodily autonomy within these walls, giving you sovereignty over physical contact even though I've stolen your freedom." "And if you break this vow?" Sienna asked.

she yelled, crying. The wolf let out a dark chuckle. “See? She’s already ours.” Camela screamed, yanking her hand back. Blood sprayed from her palm, splattering the marble floor as the torches flared high up again. The whispers laughed inside her head. Vincent pulled her close, speaking quickly and softly. “We can’t break the oath here. But maybe…if we let it bleed out…” Her eyes grew wide. “What do you mean?” “If we cut deeper. If we allow the vow drain, it might weaken.”

I press the letter to my chest, tears sliding down my face. “I swear,” I whisper into the empty room, “I’ll never let a man break me the way Hulio did. Not again. Not ever. If I choose love again, if, I’ll choose it on my own terms. For me. For my child. And no one, no one, will ever shatter us again.” The vow burns hot inside me. A promise to myself. A promise I won’t break.

The priestesses gathered around Olivia again, forming a perfect circle. Zara raised her hand. White fire spun between her fingertips. “To join forces with the Pact, you must take the Red Moon Vow.” Olivia nodded. “I’m ready.” “You are not,” Eun-Ji whispered. “No one is.” Zara continued. “The vow requires blood, breath, memory, and truth. If you break the vow, you die. If you fail the vow, you die. If the Widow takes you first…” Her eyes flicked to Ethan. “Then he dies.”

"Really? Isolde, you..." "I forgive you," I said, my voice cutting through his hope like glass. His eyes lit up. I let him have that one, brief moment before I shattered it. "I forgive you because you are nothing to me now. Hate is an emotion. It requires energy. And you, Draven, are no longer worth a single drop of mine. I am not letting you go. I am letting myself go. Free." With that, I turned and never looked back. At the manor gate, I took a deep breath. The winter sun was warm.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

I would not let this ungrateful brat ruin Quinn's life again, not in a million years. My refusal made her stomp her feet in frustration. Just as she was about to say something else, a cool voice interrupted. "Even if she were willing to let go, I wouldn't agree to it." Quinn had returned and was now standing beneath the willow tree. His gaze was icy and resolute.