Novel & Cerita His Vows Her Vows Book

“Now that you are mine to keep and mine to hold for a lifetime, my Celeste, my queen, I promise to give you everything I have. I promise to be the your king who will stay by your side and when you needed my the most. I’ll make you happy and I can’t promise that you won’t cry from the love you deserve to have. I pledge all my love, risks all my trust, my respect and loyalty to you. You are the definition of home. . . . you are my home.” She’s crying with my vows, I can see it. The crowd started clapping their hands. I saw them wiping their tears away and I deserve this happy ending. That’s all. And when its her turn to tell me her vows, I wiped her tears first. She held my hand on her cheeks

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

“If I say yes.” He seemed to have expected that question. “It looks like we're choosing each other without anything forcing it,” he said. “It looks like building something that belongs to us, not to a system or a situation.” He paused, then added, “It looks like vows that mean something because we chose them, not because they were required.” I felt something shift inside me. “What kind of vows?” I asked quietly. He took another breath. “The kind we decide for ourselves,” he said. “Not words someone else wrote. Not promises that sound right but mean nothing in practice.”

“We need to stop them. Now.” John nodded, heart pounding. “But first, we must understand everything in this book.” As they pored over the ancient text, the chanting grew closer, reverberating through the stone walls like a drumbeat of doom. With time running out and the Hollow stirring, John and Sarah must decode the vow’s origin before the ritual reaches its devastating climax. John’s fingers trembled as he flipped through the brittle pages, each word heavy with meaning, each passage darker than the last. The blood vow wasn’t just a curse it was a binding promise made in desperation, sealing away a power so destructive that entire kingdoms fell beneath its shadow.

Our vows echo in my mind as consciousness slips away mid-air. “I, Eleanor Astrid Clawford, offer my blood to my mate. I vow to walk beside you under every moon, to bear my teeth when you are weak, to fight beside you when the world turns dark. My soul calls to yours—not in submission, but in strength. Bound by fate, not fear.”

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

He wanted to hold her and promise her everything. He wanted to tell her that he would stop. That he would let the vow die. But the vow was not just a promise. It was a fire. And fires didn’t go out simply because you wanted them to. They consumed. They spread. They left ash behind. Lucian stepped back. The distance returned. He hated himself for it. Arielle’s expression broke just a little enough to show the pain beneath her strength. “Don’t,” she said again. “Don’t leave.”

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

She could barely keep her eyes open. “Aunt Anastasia is right about one thing,” I said, my voice dropping to a cold, deadly whisper that made the air itself seem to freeze. “You do belong to me.” And then, I claimed her. Just as my father had done to my mother. Just every Volkov had done to his bride. I studied her delicate neckline, the vulnerable curve where her pulse fluttered weakly against her pale skin. My teeth sank into the soft flesh above the collar. She winced in pain but I held her still.

she insisted, her voice shaking slightly, “it was an accident.” But Sophia shook her head, a cold, bitter smile on her lips. “It was on purpose,” she repeated, her voice rising now. “Out of everyone to spill it on, it was me.” She looked around the room, her gaze daring anyone to disagree. "Just days ago, you spilled coffee on me. And now wine? You think I am stupid? You think I don't see what you are doing?” she went on, her words like a whip, painting a clear picture of a malicious plot.