Promise Vows Novels & Stories

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

Cale stiffened. "We have to write them," Elion said. "For Saturday." "I don't know what a vow is," Cale said. "It's a promise." "I know the definition. But the... the content. What do people promise?" "They promise to love each other," Elion said. "To stay together. Sickness and health. Richer or poorer." "We are poor," Cale noted. "And sick." "So we're halfway there." Cale looked at the bubbles. He caught one on his finger. It popped.

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

“2. I promise to be there for you in sickness, health, good times or bad.” “3. The third vow is for prosperity.” “4. I pledge to take care of our children and educate them. I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest with each word I spoke, and I also knew what my words did to him. His hands tightened imperceptibly around my waist with each vow I recited. I didn’t know what made it real, his feverish look of desire or my heated desire to make him mine.

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!”

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

All that mattered was the ceremony- the binding promise between us. I took a breath, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Willow, I promise to always be by you. To protect you and to care for you, and never leave your side, no matter what happens. I also promise to be yours only from this moment on, for as long as we both shall live.“ The priest’s eyes shifted to Willow’s limp form. “And you, Willow, do you accept these vows?” For a heartbeat, there was only silence. I clenched my fists as anxiety bubbled under my skin. Then, as if on cue, a faint, groggy murmur escaped Willow’s lips.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

"She's only staying for two days. She'll definitely move out before the wedding." I said nothing. I only looked at him coldly. He stepped closer and lowered his voice, trying to coax me. "I promise nothing will happen between Abbie and me. In my eyes, she is practically one of the guys. I am not attracted to her." The moment he said that, Abbie punched him lightly in the arm, pretending to be offended. "Who are you not attracted to?" she snapped. "You big idiot. Other than that face of yours, what do you even have going for you?"