His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

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!”

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

"You are not fit to speak of her. Keep her name out of your mouth or else—" "Or else what?" I cut in, stepping closer. "What are you going to do, Anthony? Do I need to remind you both that you're under my mercy now? Trust me. I'll make her pay. And I'll make you pay. I won't stop until the world sees you for what you are. A traitor. A power-hungry coward." I ripped the ring from my finger and held it up for him to see. "This ring and those stupid documents are all that tie us together. But now I know what you both want, and you'll get it over my dead body."

But a soft whisper of a touch on a small of my back gave me enough strength that I took a deep breath and stared into his steely grey eyes. The priest turned to me, “Do you also have your own vows?” I looked at the old man and then at Jeremiah. I took in a deep breath and said, “I take you, Jeremiah Sokolov, as my husband—not out of love, nor devotion, but because you have forced me and I don’t have a choice. I vow to stand by your side, not as your obedient wife, but as the thorn in your side, the shadow waiting to devour you and the storm to take you down with it. I’ll be you wife, a wife you will never truly own. You vow to ruin me? Then I vow to survive you. If pain is what you’ll give,

Theron walks up to officiate. Kai's vows come out steady despite the visible tremor in his hands, promises about choosing her every day, about building, lasting, surviving and never once taking a single ordinary morning together for granted again. When it's her turn, Ivy's own voice breaks twice, and nobody in the crowd seems to mind waiting for her to find it again. Before the final vow, Kai turns to face the gathered crowd, still holding both her hands.

a voice rang through the whole court, Alex and Dan looked up to see who it was. Alex arched his brow when he saw the lady walking towards him. At first , he thought she wasn't referring to them, but the way she was walking towards him and Dan proved It all. “I will marry you,” the lady said.

She wants me gone. And yet… She showed up at the diner. She replied to my messages. She didn’t throw the book away. She’s fighting me, yes—but she’s still in the ring. And that’s all I need. --- I’m not a good man. I’m not pretending to be. But I know how to win. Not by force. Not this time. With Ava, it has to be different. Because if I break her trust, even once, I lose Leo forever. And if I lose Leo…

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

‎We renew our vows not in grand speeches, but in promises, promises that are meant to be kept. ‎“I vow,” I say, my voice carrying through the clearing, “to choose you every day, not because the bond demands it, but because my heart does. To listen when you speak, to stop when you say stop, and to protect the woman you are—not the idea that I had once tried forcing you to be.” ‎Ella’s eyes shine, but she doesn’t cry. ‎“I vow,” she says, “to walk beside you, not behind, not beneath. To hold you accountable and offer grace when you earn it. To love you without losing myself, and to trust you without silencing my truth.”