His Vows Her Vows Book Novels & Stories

“Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.” Victor made a weak gurgle, his hand twitching on the table. I reached for him again. “Victor, just hold on for a bit. Please.” The waitress pulled a gun from under her apron, pointing it straight at my chest. “Now you get to join him. No more questions. No more digging. The Swan sends her regards, DeLorenzo.” I slowly reached for my gun, she noticed. “Wait, don’t...” She fired without another word.

She took in her surroundings, noticing a shelf of books that contained strange spells. “You can check them. I can see your curiosity.” The sage urged her. “Thank you.” she bit her lower lip and walk in their contents until she came across one that she could not take her eyes from. “Potions for agony,” she read the name out and picked up the book, scanning through. “You can keep it if you want,” the sage offered and smiled, revealing a crooked tooth. “Thank you.” She caressed the back of the book and held it to her chest like her life depended on it.

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.

Only a few people knew about it. He hate women that use despicable tricks to get a man. He hates her with passion. At this moment of solitude, Maria made a silent vow to herself. She would no longer accept a life of loneliness and neglect. She would find the strength to break free from the chains that bound her and reclaim her own happiness, no matter the cost. She didn't wait for long before Thompson joined her looking at the man coming down the stairs she could not take her eyes off him. Just like the day she woke up next to him in bed at the Silver star hotel. She felt her heart captured

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Her voice didn’t waver, but the air around them seemed to hold its breath, as if the realm itself strained to hear. “I vow to walk beside you, not behind,” she began, the words steady, rooted in something deeper than promise. “I vow to burn with you, not for you. I vow to love you as a man, even when the world sees a dragon. When they cower, I will reach for you. When they curse, I will bless. When they forget the heart beneath the fire, I will remember.” His breath caught. She watched it. Saw his eyes shimmer gold. A tremor moved through his chest, as if something ancient inside him recognized her vow as the thing it had long awaited.

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

His mask was flawless, but his eyes burned with fire, steady and unrelenting, locked on her as if no one else in the cathedral existed. The priest’s voice broke the silence, droning ritual words that carried little weight. The real vows would be in their eyes, their voices, and their kiss. Dante’s hand caught hers — warm, steady, unyielding. Her crimson smile brightened, flawless, as she spoke the first vow, her voice smooth as silk. But every word felt like a chain sliding around her throat. Dante repeated his vows, each syllable calm, carved from steel. They weren’t promises. They were claims.

Just fate. And the vows? I won’t wait for the priest to speak. I won’t let her lie through a smile as she promises herself to someone else. My vows will be whispered into her mouth as she gasps. As she shakes. As her hands claw at my back and her lips part with breathless devotion. I will vow to take her again and again. To keep her. To ruin her. I will speak them into her until she’s sobbing and clinging to me, lost and remade.

The priest turned to Verosha when Lium finished his vow. Verosha looked deeply into Lium as she recalled what she felt on their first meeting which totally epic to her. Nobody hit her with a door or even try to hold her after knowing she was Verosha Mondre. “Lium, I too, take you as my best friend, and my husband that I could argue with and share troubles or joys in life. I vowed to be with you through thick and thin and understand everything as I am older than you. I love you equally as I vow as well to let it grow fondly throughout the days or nights we’re together.” Verosha stated her vow as she was lost in the deep hazel eyes of Lium who was staring back at her with so much affection.