Her Vows Novels & Stories

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

"I know it's a war. And right now, you're standing on the front line wearing a target." "My father trusts the Wexfords," Adrian said, though the words tasted like ash. "Your father is blindfolded by his own greed," Theodore countered sharply, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. "The Wexford estate isn't an acquisition, Adrian. It’s a hostile takeover disguised as a wedding. They’re going to strip Hollingsworth Enterprises down to the studs, and your father is handing them the keys." "Prove it," Adrian challenged, his chin lifting. "You talk in riddles and shadows, but you never give me anything I can actually use."

But then the worry hit harder that William was out there somewhere in the crowd. When I got to the altar, the priest’s voice kicked off the ceremony, but my mind kept breaking apart, stuck on William’s threats and how shaky all this felt. It was time for vows, and mine came out slow, my words stumbling like they didn’t belong to me. “Do you, Vivienne Hartley, take Damon Langford to be your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward?” the priest asked, his tone steady and calm. I paused, my throat dry. “I… I do,” I managed, but it caught halfway, sounding weak even to me.

She said as she backed away from the two of us. Turning to look at Adriana who had a smile on her face, I held her two hands and began my vows, “i promise to be with you through every heartbreak, every sickness, every laughter, every sadness; through the forest, the deep valleys and high skies. Till death do us part.”

One thing I was sure of, the Moon Goddess would help protect us. “I, Harlow Blackmoore, swore to be honest and loyal to you forever. Protect you, comfort you, and give all the best in this world for you.” Harlow made his vow. “I, Alexa Dawson, swore to be honest and loyal to you forever. Guide you, comfort you, and give all the best in this world for you. I bore your mark until the day I held my last breath.” I made my vow. “By the power given to me by the Moon Goddess, I pronounced you husband and wife. You may kiss and mark your mate.” The elder’s voice rang soft yet clear across the yard.

Wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into, Holly held up her glass to Andrei's lips with trembling hands, whispering her vows in an equally shaky voice, "With this drink, I promise to put the family first." She paused to take a small sip of Andrei's drink, adding softly when she was done, "Its secrets are now mine to keep, and its power, mine to protect." With a little more experience than her, presumably from having witnessed several such unions in the past, Andrei breezed through his vows, reaffirming his allegiance to the family that had shaped him into the man he'd become. Rowena kept it moving, handing Andrei the knife for their blood oath. Word

For if she was not, she could have at least fought back, showed some resistance, but now she calmly stood there before him in her white muslin gown and her blond tresses beautifully piled on top of her head. Swallowing bitterly, he stared at her through narrowed eyes, his lips settling into an angry flat line. She had even dressed for the occasion. He thought in contempt. What a conniving wench she was. So lost was he in his thoughts he didn't hear when the old vicar started to read out the vows. “.... Will you love her, comfort her, honour and keep her in sickness and in health? And forsaking all others, keep only to her, as long as you both shall live?”

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The priest smiled kindly and began the vows ceremony. "Austin Reed, do you promise to love and cherish Sara Hovsepian, to support her dreams, and to stand by her side through all of life's joys and challenges?" Austin's gaze never wavered from Sara's as he replied, "I do," his voice firm and resolute. The priest then turned to Sara. "Sara Hovsepian, do you promise to love and cherish Austin Reed, to support his endeavors, and to stand by his side through all of life's joys and challenges?"

I find myself irrationally glad she isn’t mine. I relax slightly. The priest begins the vows. “Do you take—” “Yes,” the princess answers immediately. Too fast. Too eager. “With my life.” Her voice trembles with anticipation, like she’s been waiting her whole life for this moment. She practically vibrates as she repeats each vow, as if she’s afraid someone might snatch them away if she hesitates. Darius responds just as eagerly. The priest nods, pleased. “Seal the union with a kiss.”

If they couldn’t see that, they would learn. The priest, looking slightly bewildered but not foolish enough to protest, cleared his throat and began the ceremony. The vows felt heavier, and more sacred than I had ever imagined. “Do you, Von, take Rae to be your wife, to stand beside her through the trials of life, to protect and cherish her, for now and forever?” I held her gaze and answered without hesitation. “Yes. Forever and forever.” The priest turned to Rae. “And do you, Rae, take Von to be your husband, to stand beside him, to love him and fight alongside him, no matter what comes your way?”