Romans & histoires When Vow Breaks

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

I look down at my hands. “Two cries. That was the deal. One when I found out. One when it was over.” I lift my head again. “But then the third time was after the reception, when the dress was gone and I stood in front of that same mirror. Same bathroom. Same woman staring back. Just me. I cried that night because it was real. The vows had shattered before they were ever spoken. The betrayal was already written into the day. I cried when I allowed myself to feel it, because I was done pretending.

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

"The car is mine, and I've already reported it to the police to get it back. The house is mine too. Don't even think about touching it. I'll be reclaiming this money from you, too." "Shawn! Let me explain!" Sienna lunged toward me, trying to grab my hand. I took a step back and looked at her coldly. "Oh, and by the way, if Archie finds out you're broke and buried in debt, I wonder if your 'soul resonance' will still be so strong." With that, I turned and walked away. But I didn't expect Sienna not to give up. That day, a colleague of Sienna's, someone I'd gotten along with, sent me a screenshot.

I only knew I wanted him out. At the final level, I was braced against the stone floor, blood on my hands, when the officiating priest asked, “Elena Vaughn, do you willingly sever all mate ties with Kane Blackwood? Once the vow is broken, the bond is void. From this moment forward, your lives and deaths bear no claim upon each other.” My mouth tasted of blood. “I do.” Something tore loose inside my chest.

I cradled her closer, burying my face in her hair. “You said you’d never leave me,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the edges. “So don’t do this. Don’t make me live in a world where I can’t hear you laugh again. Don’t make me…” I broke. The words dissolved into silence. Because no vow. No bite. No rage could undo what fate had done. Unless I did the one thing I swore I’d never do. Unless I gave in. --- The wind shifted again. And just like before, the shadows in the room stretched, curled, and thickened.

“I’m just an ordinary girl, Damien. I’m broken... betrayed. I’m not someone you need. Why can’t you just choose someone else? Someone who’s... whole. Someone who deserves you.” I felt the tears spill over, streaking down my face, and I didn’t try to wipe them away. The raw emotion I had been holding inside finally burst free, and all I could do was let it flow. I felt small in his arms, fragile, and as though I were unworthy of everything he was offering. Damien didn’t immediately respond. His eyes softened, just slightly, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something unfamiliar in his gaze. It wasn’t the domineering, calculated look he usually wore. This time, there was a vulnerabili

That was the price, and that was the night we lost our child. I was rushed to the hospital—first for a stomach pump, then for the procedure. When I woke up in the hospital bed, Pierse was holding me, sobbing like a child. "Eva, I will never let you suffer like this again. It doesn’t matter if we have kids or not. I just want you. In this life, I only want you." And I had believed him completely. But in the end, he was the one who broke that promise first. Pulling myself out of the memory, I looked at him—the man standing before me now, his eyes filled with despair.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Valeri clutched a violin in one hand and a bow in the other . She stared to play . The notes formed a soft , weet tune . Then it turned fast , then faster . The music stopped altogether before the soft tune retumed . Valeri ended the song with one hard , fast , loud note . The auditorium fell completely silent until we realized the music was finished . Still in a halftrance , we burst I smiled to myself . Valeri wasn't just a "quiet girl" .She knew about wonderful books and could play the violin like nothing I'd ever heard . Like a caterpillar or butterfly , she was beautiful and amazing when you looked closely .