Her Vows Novels & Stories

She asked, still skeptical about believing him. “She has something that I want. It works for both of us, you know… just give me a little time… I'm going to kill her, I promise.” He pleaded. “Fine…” She conceded. “But if she's not out of here in a month's span, I'll call you out,” Veronica warned. “A month is okay for me.” He replied, assuring her. She eyed him skeptically and stormed off. “At least the bitch will be out of my hair.”

“I, Janelle Ronan take you, Truce King, to be my husband . . . to have and to . . . hold . . . from this day forward . . . for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health . . . to . . .” I stumbled along, knowing I would have to keep these vows for five years. These are vows I'm meant to be saying to the love of my life not some, man. I can barely breathe past the pounding of my heart. “. . . love . . . cherish . . . and . . .” I fall silent, casting Truce a wary look. He stands steady, a faint, amused smile touching his lips.

she asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."

And when it was her time to say her vows, she began to talk with a wavering voice. “I, Iris Patricia Denvier, take you, Alexander Roman Browning, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.” It was such a simple yet profound vow for her. Deep inside her heart, she hoped their vows could be realized for real in their marriage life, not just because of their contract.

I stood by the altar, anxiously waiting as well as the whole pack for Virelle to arrive until Gabriel walked her down the moonlit path—arm linked with hers, slow and proud, like a father giving away his daughter. She wore a white silk dress with silver jewelry, hair loosely packed, with bright moonstones layered at the edge of her hair. The whole pack formed a ring around us, watching as Gabriel placed her hand in mine then stepped back. Virelle looked up at me. Tears glittered on her lids as we started to recite our vows—this time for real, knowing what we both wanted without confusion. “I vow to stand with you,” she said, voice clear. “To love you. To fight beside you. To raise our childre

She was nervous, and it was obvious enough for a blind man to see. “Do you want to repeat after me, or do you have your vows prepared?” the priest asked, his gaze bouncing between us. “I’ll say my vows,” Giselle answered. She inhaled one more time, and, looking into my eyes, she began, “I vow to stay by your side, to be your strength and confidant.” She paused, and her throat moved as she swallowed. “To honor you, and to never betray you no matter what happens.” My jaw tightened as she said her vows. She’d carefully chosen her words to affirm her loyalty to me while carefully avoiding anything that hinted at love or affection for me.

CENRIC “I came here today to marry my girl, to cherish her, to protect and respect her, and to be the faithful husband to her. I knew the first time I saw you, and you would be the woman I wanted to spend my life with. I knew you would change me to be the best version of myself. Today, I swear to you to have your back, be your number one supporter, love you faithfully, and honor what we have from today and onwards. I give you my heart, my life, and my soul.” I just watched my vow over and over again as she kept replaying it in the entertainment room. In the video, she looked so innocent as she stared at me while I read my vow. I didn’t write anything. When you were caught in that moment, you

Alice came back to realization. "I, Alice Greenhood, take Valentino Frost as my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to respect, in sickness and in health, for better or worse. I vow to be submissive and loyal to you, love and cherish you till death does us part" The audience cheered on with applause. She repeated the vows just like she did in her imaginary state with the wish that everything should happen just like it did in her fiction so she could be free.

(Rohan smiled hearing it) 7th vow , Rohan proclaims: "We are now husband and wife, and are one. You are mine and I am yours for eternity". while Nisha accepts this proclaimation: "As God is witness, I am now your wife. We will love, honor and cherish each other forever". They made their promises and sat down.

she said as she placed the money into Livia’s hand. As if their time was running out. As if every second could take away that chance. Livia froze. “Why, Mother?” Her voice was soft. But her eyes had begun to understand. And she did not like the answer. Rossa swallowed. Her body trembled. “They… have already delivered your wedding dress.” The sentence felt like a blow. “You have to wear it.” Her breath faltered. “Your wedding ceremony… is this afternoon.” Silence. So silent. As if the world had stopped turning.