Cunning Vows Novels & Stories

Our vows echo in my mind as consciousness slips away mid-air. “I, Eleanor Astrid Clawford, offer my blood to my mate. I vow to walk beside you under every moon, to bear my teeth when you are weak, to fight beside you when the world turns dark. My soul calls to yours—not in submission, but in strength. Bound by fate, not fear.”

Rage burned through me at his arrogance. "And if I refuse?" "Then discuss it with your family. Because our wedding is next week." "What?" . I was a fool for thinking I could convince him to call off this marriage. He had proposed it for his own benefit from the very beginning. And being the manipulative, controlling man he was, he had already planned everything beforehand. I left the building with more worries than I had before meeting that arrogant man. A contract marriage? Seriously? Now I had no idea what to do next.

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

Vampyre nobles lifted crimson goblets, intoning, “May passion burn bright, yet never consume, a flame eternal in the dark.” Daimph singers raised their voices in harmony, “May your union be the bridge between worlds, a song of unity everlasting.” Finally, the human socialites, and a few of the ladies Aakifahlynn had come to call friends, all resplendent in silks and jewels, offered applause and cheers, their voices mingling with the mystical blessings. The vows were sealed not only by words, but by the collective will of every race present. The vows themselves were simple, but sacred.

"Don't you dare bring her into this! This is about you and your deceitful ways. I trusted you, and you betrayed me!" Maria's laughter turned bitter, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Betrayal? You think I'm the one who betrayed you? Thompson, you have no idea what lengths Ivonne went to in order to trap you into marrying her. She orchestrated that night, she manipulated everything. You were not the target. I accidentally went into your room while trying to run from them but you never cared to listen to my end of the story. Even if I told you everything now, it will not change anything. "

And smiled evilly at her. The Bishop then look towards Elena and speaks up, "Do, you Elena Marshall, Take, Demon Knight, To be your husband, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Elena looked towards her would be husband and speaks up," I do" The Bishop then give them the weeding ring and they slipped it into each other's hand..

We both had come so far, and now we stood together, ready to begin the rest of our lives. The ceremony was a blur, the vows spoken from both our lips were meaningful, heartfelt. As the priest declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Luca’s lips twitched upward too, just enough for me to see the happiness, the pride in his eyes. And when he kissed me, it was everything. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the culmination of years of pain, struggle, and love. It was a promise, a vow to always stand by each other. To never give up. To fight for what we had.

“Sssstt... Be quiet please... The senior grandpa has started their marriage vow reciting right now...” “Virando Augustin Kuandy... Here I’m Sumico Kammal Lowie vow to love you, to adore you immensely truly, deeply and sincerely. I vow to always be right next to you when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re at the bottom of your life, when you’re at the top of your life. I vow to accompany you to walk through this path of our lives, love, as well as togetherness. I vow to stay right beside you, going through every heat and rain, passing through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter, until the final full-stop waiting for both of us at the end of this path.”

dear lady, I, as Vishnu form, cover this third step with you to thus prosper in our wealth. Bride's vow: Yes, I join you in managing our income and expenses. I promise to seek your consent, as I manage our wealth, fairly earned, so it grows and sustains our family. Step 4 Groom's vow: Oh!, dear lady, I promise to trust your decisions about the household and your choices; I promise to dedicate myself to help our community prosper, the matters outside the house. This shall bring us respect. Oh! my lady, I, as Vishnu, take this fourth step with you to participate in our world.

I can feel my legs becoming weak—just from his little gaze. He chuckles a bit as he look down at my hand. Everyone is focusing on us and I can sense myself burning up. It feels like someone just throw me into the flames or something. He looks up once more, ''I see these vows not as promises but as privileges; I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.'' Oh wow where did he get that vow? I roll my eyes mentally at my sarcasm.