Lovers Faith Novels & Stories

Sam still doesn’t want to forgive her, even if it has years passing. Sam knew people change. But look where it got her, believe that motto. Stacy didn’t change. She even love someone who had a girlfriend and let herself be the mistress. Stacy doesn’t even care about the title. She tolerated Zach’s actions to the point Stacy no longer know the right or the wrong.

“Love you.” “Love you too.” He smiled, lazy and satisfied. “But, do you think they heard us?” “I thought you said it doesn’t matter? They probably heard, but fuck it. It’s worth it.”

I have," both Hector and I said simultaneously. The priest nodded and continued. "Very well, let us remember marriage symbolizes love and devotion between two people. We remember that love is patient, kind, doesn't envy, doesn't boast, isn't proud. It is not rude; it isn't self-seeking, keeps no record of wrongs, and is not easily angry. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices. A spirit always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. It is my understanding that Luna and Alpha have written their vows. "Alpha Hector, if you will," The priest paused and handed the microphone to him.

Even Rachel laughed under her breath while Dominic shook his head slightly. The pastor smiled warmly before beginning the ceremony properly. “Today,” the older man said calmly, “we gather not simply to celebrate marriage, but to celebrate survival, forgiveness, loyalty, and love.” Rachel’s fingers slowly slipped into Dominic’s hand while the pastor continued speaking. “Love is not measured by perfect moments. It is measured by endurance through imperfect ones.” Dominic’s thumb brushed gently against Rachel’s hand. “You both found each other through pain, fear, misunderstanding, and hardship,” the pastor continued. “Yet somehow, you still chose each other.”

he asked, with a hint of desperation. “No, I'm serious here. Do you really love me as you say you do?” I questioned, my heart pounding hard against my chest. “C'mon babe, you have no reason to doubt my undying love for you. I know I have been a horrible person in the past, but now I'm here to right all those wrongs. I would never leave you for anyone else, I promise,” Liam's words pierced deep into my heart. I've never felt so genuinely loved, so much cherished and spoiled. I felt the sincerity in words; a promise that would never be broken.

Now, history is repeating. John refuses to accept either option. He confronts the altar, demanding a different path. His rebellion awakens the spirit of his father, who appears briefly, revealing that there is a forbidden third vow. The Vow of Unity, one that fuses the souls of the lovers into a single force, capable of breaking the curse but costing them their human lives. As Sarah awakens, she hears enough to know the risk. Instead of begging John to save her, she offers herself, telling him she’s ready to die if it means ending the curse. But John refuses her sacrifice, choosing the vow of unity.

“No, I have to repent for my sins. I want to take care of her forever…” Ted looked at Joe, who seemed like he had lost his mind, and sighed. “Joe, is it just to repent for your sins? Don’t you love her at all?” ‘Love?’ Joe was stunned. Memories of him and Fiona flashed in his mind. Her smile and her tears… Every single memory haunted him. Ted was right. How could he not love her? In the past five years, Fiona had been his wife. “Did you cripple her just to give Gabriella the chance to work at the ballet company? I feel like you don’t even like Gabriella that much.”

“Yeah, he won’t. I can see he’s trying, Faith. Sometimes men make stupid mistakes, but what they do after says a lot.” Faith chuckled weakly. “Hmm. If it were you… what would you do?” Lisa leaned back against the couch. “Honestly? I don't really know. I haven’t been married before, so I can’t say for sure. But from my past relationships…" She paused, slightly shaking her head. “Those men never truly loved me, Faith. And to be honest, I don’t think I was ever in love with them either. I cared, yes, but love?” She scoffed. “They showed me flames and I’m still standing strong today.”

“I’ll love you in sickness, health, thickness, lankiness—whatever you throw at me. You could gain two hundred pounds, and I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman alive.” She scoffs, but I can see the pleased smile she’s trying to hide. “Save your vows for the wedding, Knox.” “Those aren’t vows,” I correct her. “They’re facts.” “What’s the difference?” “Well, facts don’t need faith. They just are. Vows are promises about the future, things you hope you’ll be able to keep. But what I just said? That’s not hope. That’s certainty. I have all the faith in the world in my ability to keep loving you no matter what life throws at us.”

In her place was a woman who had survived, grown, and learned that love was never about possession, control, or fear. We had gone from enemies to toxic lovers, from betrayal to heartbreak, from escape to cautious reunion, and finally, to a love that was safe, respectful, and enduring. We had learned that love could be messy and painful—but worth every step if both hearts were willing to grow. As I looked at him—my husband, my partner, the father of my children—I smiled and whispered, more to myself than to him: This time, it’s real. This time, it’s ours. And in that moment, I knew it would last.