When Vow Breaks Novels & Stories

The woman I had loved for so many years had deceived me and given birth to another man's child, yet she kept demanding me not to overreact. "We're done. The wedding is off," I stated icily. With a loud crash, Rhiannon smashed the teacup in front of her. The shards flew up and cut my forehead. She screamed, "Why can't you try to understand me? I don't want to owe Lionel anything. He saved my life. I have to repay him somehow!" Blood trickled down my forehead. However, I didn't feel any pain from it. The unbearable ache in my heart was way more pronounced compared to my physical pain.

“Promise me one thing?” I paused, looking at her. “What?” “Don’t let them break you.” Her words hit me hard. I didn’t know if I could keep that promise, but I forced a smile, even though it felt more like a grimace. “I won’t.” I didn’t know if I could keep my promise. In that moment, all I could do was walk into the unknown, the heavy weight of everything pressing down on me as I stepped outside the apartment. As I approached the car, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The man who stepped out of the car was tall and imposing, his eyes behind dark sunglasses, giving off an air of cold professionalism.

I tried to imagine what it must have been like for him to stand beside his wife watching her trying to heal a broken soul and losing herself along the way. “I don't know what happened with you guys, I just know that all this hurt and anger she has is not from today. So, fix this shit. Fix what you did and maybe she can move on with everything else. You've been such a jerk all this time and I swear if you ever hurt her again I will end you Ethan, I swear I will end you," Tom was clinking his glass so hard that it might break. He looked at me with frightening eyes and I knew that he would keep that promise if he had to. He had always been loyal and had become a man willing to do anything for h

This was all so absurd. “Is that it?” I asked. “Yup,” she said with a shrug. “That’s it. Once the vow is placed, your loyalty is locked in place.” I nodded in consideration. “What was that bit about severance?” “It means that only death, abdication, or exile can break the vow,” she replied seriously. It sounded so intense, but she didn’t seem fazed. Must have been a wolf thing. But I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared about whether I could make Killian trust me or not.

Her voice was instantly concerned. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “I broke my vows,” I whispered. “I let a man touch me. I didn’t wait until marriage like I promised God and you. I feel so lost.” There was a long pause. Then my mother sighed softly, and somehow it held both affection and understanding.

Claire thought she had it all: a handsome billionaire husband, a luxurious lifestyle, and the promise of a bright future. But behind the glittering facade of her marriage to Leonard Parker, CEO of Parker Industries, lies a heart-wrenching reality. For five years, Claire has played second fiddle to Charlotte, Leonard's childhood friend and constant priority. Despite her unwavering love for Leonard, Claire finds herself suffocating in the shadow of a woman who seems to hold her husband's heart. When Claire discovers she's pregnant, she sees a glimmer of hope for her failing marriage. But a tragic accident at a family gathering shatters her dreams and forces her to confront the painful tr

They kept their voices low enough to suggest courtesy without providing it. “They say he killed his own father at nineteen,” the first one said. “His father needed killing,” said the second. “What his wolf became after is the problem.” The third said nothing. She moved faster. Nyx had been hearing Caelan Voss’s name through the cellar’s inadequate ventilation for three days. She’d catalogued everything she managed to catch: he’d killed the escort of the last potential bride for looking at her too long. The council had given him one final chance to take a mate before they considered alternatives. Alternatives, in pack law, was a word that meant something specific and irreversible. Three women

The towel loosened, then fell away in a soft whisper of fabric against the floor. Dave turned back slowly. Bella stood bare and trembling, eyes bright with something fragile and devastatingly hopeful. His control cracked—not shattered, not yet—but enough for his Hybrid to bare its teeth, possessive and hungry. The room seemed to hold its breath. So did he.

“You wear your celibacy like a chain, Connor. It was meant to be a choice, not a prison.” He’d glared at her, the wolf in him rising to the challenge in her words. “You know nothing of my vows.” “I know that a vow that brings no peace is no vow at all. It’s a punishment.” She leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. “Let me show you that wanting isn’t a betrayal. It’s a rebirth.” That was the night the wall began to crack.

“I- I won’t break the bond. I already decided. That’s why I gathered the she-wolves-” Troy grimaced and pulled the obsidian out of my shirt. “A sacred circle?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. “What is the vow?” “That they won’t discuss anything we talked about today. It was Missus Lowry’s idea.” “The vow should have been that they wouldn’t let you break our bond,” he growled in sheer anger as if I had already done it. “I won’t. I already-” “I think you will.” I kicked my sneakers off and left the closet. “You are angry at me for something that hasn’t happened yet,” I said. “How is that fair?”