Novel & Cerita His Vows Her Vows Book

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.

Yet it felt so long. The priest slowly closed his book. “With this, you are now husband and wife.” Silence. “Mr. Adrian… you may kiss the bride.” Livia froze. Her breath caught. Adrian stepped closer. Slowly. His gaze lowered to Livia’s face. Cold. Meaningless. His hand lifted, touching Livia’s chin gently—too gentle for something that felt so cruel. “Look at me.” Adrian’s voice was low. Calm. Yet it sounded like a command.

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

she added, her voice laced with mockery. ..... My eyes snapped open as I panted heavily, beads of sweat rolling down my face. A reminder that women are cruel. Love doesn't exist.

Alice came back to realization. "I, Alice Greenhood, take Valentino Frost as my lawfully wedded husband, to love and to respect, in sickness and in health, for better or worse. I vow to be submissive and loyal to you, love and cherish you till death does us part" The audience cheered on with applause. She repeated the vows just like she did in her imaginary state with the wish that everything should happen just like it did in her fiction so she could be free.

She took his hand. Deliberately. Curled his fingers against her face herself. His breath caught. The last time they’d done this, there had been a gun between them. This time, there was only skin. “Try again,” she said. “Without the contracts. Without the threats. Without Elara’s eyes on us. We may not get long. But we get to choose what we are with what we have.” He nodded once. Slow. “Vows,” he said. “No churches,” she said immediately.

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

We all stood, and I turned to Shelly. “Are you ready to take the vow?” She took a breath and then nodded. “I am.” “Good. Repeat after me.” I walked her through the vow. “Are you ready?” She nodded. “I, Shelly Clark, vow to keep your words from everyone excerpt the goddess. I swear that nothing you say that could be used against you to cause harm will leave my mouth. Only the goddess will know our secrets and I beg her to keep them for us.” We all watched as her eyes widened. She turned to Rick. “That’s what you meant.” I lifted a brow. But she just laughed. “When he came home, he said that when you were out for lunch, you had a moment that filled him with an amazing sense of belonging.” She

“You cannot disrupt the ritual simply based on whims—” “Before the Moon Goddess who bears witness,” I said, my voice booming across the hall, “I, Viktor Volvov, swear this vow. That I will take no mate, accept no bond, and bear no mark,” I continued, steady and unflinching, “except one woman. Deliliah Carmichael, Head Priestess of the Vyrclaw Pack.” Gasps erupted around us. I didn’t look away from her. Her face drained of color. “Should I fail to mate her before my thirtieth birthday,” I said, “I forfeit my life to the Moon Goddess’ judgment without resistance, without appeal.”