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The Oath: Beyond The Cold is now live on Wattpad and inkitt...
Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/410943839?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Ella_ire450
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The Oath🩸
Part 1
Episode 1
"The Binding"
The Salvatore estate reeked of decay.
Not literal rot though the gardens were overgrown and the paint was peeling but the kind of moral decay that happened when vultures moved into a dead man's house and picked it clean.
Celeste Salvatore had stopped fighting years ago.
Her aunt Margot's voice cut across the foyer: Stand up straight. Fix your hair. Try not to embarrass us.
Celeste moved before she could think. Chin up. Shoulders back. Hands flat at her sides.
The last time she'd talked back, Margot locked her in the attic for two days. No meals. No lamp. Just Elena outside the door, telling her how the servants were betting on how long she'd cry.
She kept her eyes down.
This was her father's house. Now it was Margot's. Possession was nine-tenths of the law, and all of the cruelty.
The Duskryns will be here any moment, her uncle Richard said, adjusting his tie. This is the lifeline our company needs.
Celeste's head snapped up.
Lifeline?
Her uncle's expression was grim beneath the forced smile. The Duskryn Corporation had offered to absorb their debts all of them in exchange for this arrangement.
A business transaction, her aunt added impassively. Mutually beneficial.
Celeste's stomach turned.
They weren't giving her away out of cruelty this time.
They were selling her.
(To be continued...)
First sneak peak of "The Oath"
Some promises aren’t meant to be broken.
Some are sealed in blood.
She lost everything before she even learned how to fight back...
He built an empire where no one could ever control him....
They were never supposed to meet like this.
A forced marriage.
A house that doesn’t feel like home.
A man who feels less like a husband… and more like a storm waiting to happen.
He didn’t want her.
She didn’t have a choice.
But some oaths don’t just bind lives, they change them.
"The Oath" Episode 1 coming soon 🩸
Music Buddy🎶
Finding someone who listens to music the exact same way you do is so rare...
Same timezone....
Same free time....
Same energy when a song hits.
You can listen together for hours without saying a word because they already feel what you feel.
They get why you replayed that bridge six times. they're stuck on it too.
Most people will scroll your playlist and say "Cool." your music buddy sits in the song WITH you.
Same taste is common. Same understanding? Once in a lifetime.
If you found them, hold on to them...
The sun slips through the curtains, soft and patient, like it knows you need gentleness to wake up...
It doesn't demand anything, just finds your face and stays there until you open your eyes.
Morning after morning, it keeps rising quiet, certain, waiting for you all along.
Good Morning 🐥
Healing in progress...
Do not disturb
Unless you’re bringing good vibes🙌🏻
Morning Thought💫
You know that feeling when you wake up and the world hasn't fully loaded yet? Like you're running on 30% battery and your brain's still buffering from whatever dream you just crawled out of?
That's where I'm at right now. Coffee's brewing, the sky's doing that soft pink-gold thing through my window, and I'm sitting here thinking about all the half formed thoughts that swim around in the early morning before the day gets loud.
There's something about these quiet hours before messages start coming in, before responsibilities remember you exist that feels like borrowed time.
Like the universe is still deciding what kind of day it wants to be, and you get a say in it.
So here's my vote: let's make it a good one.
What's the first thing you do when you wake up? I'm trying to build better morning habits and I'm curious what works for other people...
The train hums softly as it slips through endless snow, the world outside quiet and untouched, like it’s asleep before you are.
Inside, it’s warm dim lights, a shared blanket, fingers intertwined without even thinking. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, she leans closer, and everything feels slower, softer… like time decided to be gentle tonight.
No words needed, just the steady rhythm of the tracks and the quiet comfort of being held. The kind of night that wraps around you and whispers "Rest now, You’re safe" .
Good night....💫
Good morning✨
Gentle heart🩶
May today meet you softly, easing the weight you didn’t even realize you were holding.
Take your time, breathe a little deeper, and remember, you’re allowed to move through this day at your own pace....
Woke up to a soft, quiet morning… clouds resting low and the cold touch of rain in the air. The world felt a little distant, a little slower. I stayed wrapped in my blanket, holding onto its warmth like it was the only thing I needed, letting the chill exist without ever really reaching me.
There’s something oddly comforting about nights that don’t expect anything from you
No pressure to be productive, no need to impress
Just you, your thoughts, and the quiet hum of the world slowing down
Maybe healing isn’t always loud
Maybe sometimes it’s just… not hurting for a while
Hey there💫
Let's rewrite the stars✨
And if i'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
