Promise Vows Novels & Stories

The vows we wrote ourselves were simple and honest. Marcus went first. "Bethany, I promise to love you in peace the way I loved you in war. To support your dreams. To protect our family. To choose you every single day for the rest of my life. You made me believe in second chances. In healing. In hope. Thank you for letting me be part of your story."

I say. Artemis stood without hesitation and grabbed my pinky with hers. “I do.” Hunter followed suit “I will.” Theo helped his very pregnant wife, Antonia, from her chair, and they walked over to me and presented their pinkies. “We do.” Dr. Nancy signed to Matt. “What is a pinky promise?” “My love, it’s a special promise bond made between friends that should never be broken.” He spoke and signed.

They were plain, their meaning indicated only by their weight and by their immaculate, harsh circle. "I do not believe in the God you were raised with, Davidson," he announced, moving to stand before him. "I believe in energy. In strength. In the material. But I believe that a vow between two human beings has power of its own. A weight. It grips tighter than a signature." He stretched out one of the bands. "I want to make that promise to you. Here. Now. To nobody else as a witness. Not because we have to. Because we're choosing to."

“Madison, from the moment we met, my life has been brighter and more important. Today, as we stand here, surrounded by love and the promise of a shared future, I vow to cherish and support you in all our efforts. I promise to be your rock in times of trouble and your biggest cheerleader in times of joy.” I took a deep breath, my gaze never leaving Madison’s. “I promise to be your partner in every sense of the word—to laugh with you in moments of happiness, to comfort you in moments of sorrow, and to build a life with you that is full of love, understanding, and endless adventures. With this ring, I seal my promise to you, a commitment that will endure for all the days of our lives.” As I fin

“Help? He was a loose end, just like you.” I glanced at the door, then back at her. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever they’re paying you, my father can double it. Just let me get him out of here. He still might make it if we move fast.” “Double it?” She stepped closer, voice dripping with mock pity. “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.”

“With this ring, I offer you my heart, my loyalty, and my deepest trust. I promise to love you, to understand you, and to accept every part of who you are, your light and your shadows. I promise that we will walk through every stage of life together, in happiness and sorrow, in health and illness, in triumph and defeat. This is my promise to you today and for all the days to come.” The priest smiled as their vows came to an end. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. To the groom, you may now kiss your bride.” Lucas’s hand shook slightly as he lifted Rhea’s veil. He gently touched her cheek. Everyone fell quiet, waiting for what would happen next. Before leaning in

He framed my tear-stained face with both of his large hands, his thumbs carefully wiping the moisture from my cheeks. I looked up into his striking blue eyes. "No matter what happens in this filthy world, I will never let anyone hurt you again. Do you understand me?" he vowed, his voice vibrating with a deadly, unbreakable promise. "Promise?" I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. His dark gaze dropped slowly to my trembling lips. His hand slid from my cheek to firmly cup the back of my neck. "Promise," he swore deeply. And with that single word, he leaned down and captured my lips, physically sealing his vow against my mouth.

And rejoice with you in times of happiness. "And rejoice with you in times of happiness..." "I promise to give you..." "I promise to give you..." "Respect, love and loyalty." "Respect, love and loyalty." "This commitment is made in love," "This commitment is made in love," "Kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives." "Kept in faith, lived in hope, and made new every day of our lives." After Krause stated his wedding vow, it's Kaley's turn now.

was—the fresh-faced college graduate he'd been pursuing, according to the rumors. Over the years, women had paraded through his life like fleeting summer flings, none lasting more than three months. I'd dismissed this as just another whim, nothing worth worrying about. My mouth went dry. "You're serious about her?" "Dead serious," he chuckled. "She is not like the others. You wouldn't get it. She is pure and innocent. I can't risk her finding out about us; it'd crush her. I chased her hard." Sunbeams sliced through the gaps in the curtains, harsh and dizzying.

His voice was gentler . “Marriage doesn’t have to be about love. Sometimes it’s about partnership. About knowing someone’s in your corner. About quiet strength.” He paused. Then said, “There’s a proposal. From Winslow Industries. It’s not just about business, though of course it’s a strong alliance. But the girl… she’s different. She’s smart. A doctor. Kind, steady, level-headed. You might actually like her, she is a perfect match for you my dear"