His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

"Back when the family was in crisis, your father paid a heavy price to have a reading done. It said that if you married a mute woman whose birth chart matched yours, the family's fortune would be preserved. "But the moment she speaks… the family will fall apart." The reading was not wrong. It just had not foreseen that I was not truly mute–I stayed silent because my words brought misfortune. Connor scoffed. "That's superstition. Tricks to fool old people. Everything this family has now–we built it ourselves. What does it have to do with her? "If she's so capable, why couldn't she even raise her own son properly?" Eleanor hesitated. She had doubted it too. But ever since Connor married Sienna

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Then he dropped to one knee before her. “I swear my loyalty to you,” he vowed softly. “In this life and beyond it. Wherever you go, I will follow. Whatever happens, I will stand beside you forever and for all time.” Ivanna’s heart swelled painfully with love. “I swear the same,” she whispered back. "Forever and for all time." And suddenly I understood. The vow. It was an eternal vow. It was Something ancient and terrifying that pulsed through my chest even now. Then Kael—wearing Thorin’s face—leaned down to kiss her.

"Because I don't know what to do with them." I'm going to make it my project, I think, to give her so many things she doesn't know what to do with that she eventually stops trying to file them and starts letting herself feel them instead. The priest begins. I take her hand. She lets me. The vows. I say mine and mean every word in the way I mean things I've decided — completely, without reservation, without the option of changing my mind. She says hers and there's something in her voice that is careful but not cold, measured but not empty, and I understand

"I vow to honor both the wolf and the woman, to cherish your heritage as I do my own, to stand beside you as we forge a path that respects both our traditions while creating something entirely new. I vow to remember that your strength does not diminish mine, but magnifies it." Theo released one of my hands to reach up and brush away a tear I hadn't realized had escaped. "I vow to love you through all the centuries we will share - to love you when the crown feels too heavy, when the politics grow too bitter, when the nights seem too dark. I vow to be your shelter, your champion, your friend, your equal." He folded the paper and tucked it away, the last words clearly coming not from the writte

VOW EXCHANGE "Anika Hodgens, I promise to choose you as my wife for the rest of my life, even after life or reincarnation. I will love you with all my heart in word and deed. I will laugh with you, sob with you, scream with you, grow old with you. To be your kin and partner in life's roller coaster is all I could hope for. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand, my love, myself, the good, the bad, and the yet-to-come." Jaz wholeheartedly says her vows as her eyes fixate on Anika. Her heart literally beats through her ears. "Jaz Amanda, You love me even in the most complex way and complete me in ways I never knew possible. From this day forth, I promi

Not the wind rattling the old windows. Not Jess sniffling behind Ivy like she’s trying not to cry and ruin her mascara. Not the priest quietly clearing his throat like he’s asking if it’s time for the you-may-now-kiss-the-bride part. None of it matters. All I hear— All I feel— Is her vow ringing in my skull like a shot of whiskey poured straight into my bloodstream. She just promised to burn the world for me. To follow me into death. To own me the way I own her.

The fire flickered over their face, but never fully revealed it. In front of them sat a black book. Open. Handwritten. And a blade. Eirwen looked between them. “Who is that?” Domenik stood beside her, calm as glass. “Triarch Vow. Discipline. Memory. Judgment.” The robed figure said nothing. She took a step forward. “Do they speak?” “They do,” Domenik said. “But only once.” Triarch Vow rose without sound. The blade was set between them on a low table. Its hilt was obsidian, etched with a symbol she couldn’t quite make out. Eirwen felt a chill crawl up her spine when Vow placed the book beside it and slowly opened to a page near the center.

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v