Her Vows To Him Novels & Stories

Arthur exhaled as he successfully recited the sacred vows without any mistakes. "I, Valerie Ashley, do now swear before God to take you, Arthur Davidson, to be my husband, to complete each other, in joy and sorrow, in health and sickness, with all the advantages and disadvantages. I will always love and honor you as a wife and will always be devoted throughout my life. I am willing to be a good mother and parent to the children that God will entrust to me." Valerie's tears continued to fall throughout her vows but Arthur's hand made her feel calmer.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

As the crowd held its breath, he pressed a lingering, possessive kiss to the hollow of her throat—the spot where a blood-bond is most sacred. Celeste let out a soft, airy gasp, her fingers curling into the silk of his tunic. The crowd erupted in cheers; to them, it was a beautiful display of devotion, the final seal of their union. He remained there for a heartbeat longer than necessary, his eyes fixed on her with a heat that made my skin crawl. “She is claimed,” Alaric announced, his voice ringing through the vaulted stone. The applause that followed was deafening, but it was the sight of my father nodding in silent approval from the front row that truly shattered me.

She tugged her hand roughly while scoffing and walked out of the dining room. “Are you telling me that you have forgotten about the vow you made last night?” His voice echoed through the living room, loud enough to stop her pace. Jennet froze, and her brows knitted when she wracked her brain. ‘Vow? What kind of vow?’ Hue marched forwards and turned her body around, facing him. As their eyes met, he said, “Last night, you told me that I am your only man, and I will always be the only one for you. Do not tell me you forgot about that.”

"Chloe, why aren't you home yet? I'm sorry about last night. I messed everything up. But please, believe me. I could never betray you." "I swore an oath before the Moon Goddess," he continued. "If I ever betray you, may I suffer the pain of a thousand silver needles piercing my heart." Once, when he spoke vows like that, I would cover his mouth playfully and tell him not to say such foolish things. But now? Now, I wanted to see if he would dare to die for me.

She looked at Henry, her voice filled with love and devotion as she recited her vows. Once the vows were spoken, the Reverend Father, his voice resonating with warmth and joy, declared, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The words hung in the air, a momentous declaration that marked the beginning of their lifelong journey together. In that moment, Henry and Amelia exchanged a glance filled with happiness and excitement.

there our fingers flowed into a pink color, marking my vow to give myself to only Leonidas, this made him return to me, as he kisses my forehead I link him once more, ‘please do not hate me, but it is close to the time of the wedding. I spoke to him, it was already near the time of the wedding, yet his words cut through my heart, ‘then I shall take my leave, I shall not witness the end of my dreams to my lover, no matter how many times I vow my loyalty, I cannot vow this. Please do not destroy my heart in such a manner,’ his words were strung with pain. I felt he was punched with a dagger, knowing we had made our vows. I took his cheeks and then pressed my lips to his.

He leaned closer to her as he looked at her with doting gazes. “Dahlia, my lady, you are already perfect for me and I know that there is no one in this world who is perfect, but in my eyes, you count as one. You don't need to try hard in order to be a good mother or a wife, because for me, you are already one. There are no words that can explain how happy I am right now.” He took her hand and put it on his chest. “My heart is beating wildly only for you, my lady. We may not be able to forget our past, but because of our past, we have learned a lot from it and also not to repeat the same mistake ever again. Just like you, I will always be here for you, who will be your first supporter. I offe

"Charlotte Valco, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to love, honor, and cherish him through all the days of your life, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others?" Charlotte held Howard's eyes, her past life's scars and this life's resolve steeling her spine, lips parting with deliberate clarity. "I, Charlotte Valco, take you, Howard Carter, to be my husband. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, forsaking all others, as long as we both shall live." Her tone rang true, infused with foresight's edge—vows not of blind faith, but calculated rebirth.

He looked at the watch on her wrist. “In sickness and in health.” He remembered the IV in her arm. He remembered the burn on her leg. “Until death do us part.” The promise landed like a gavel. He held her gaze for one more second—a second that stretched into eternity. A silent, unholy vow made over the head of his wife. You are mine, his eyes said. Until death. Then, he blinked. He turned his head back to Cassandra. “I do,” he finished. “You may kiss the bride.”