Promises For Vows Novels & Stories

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

-Priest "Vito and Jenn, do you, with your family and friends as your witnesses, present yourselves willingly and of your own accord to be joined in marriage?" "We do!" they replied "Will you promise to care for each other in the joys and sorrows of life, come what may, and to share the responsibility for growth and enrichment of your life together?" "We do!" they replied. "Groom, please repeat after me." "I, Vito, take you Jenn, to be my wedded wife, I give to you in the presence of these witnesses. My promise to stay by your side. In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad. I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of

“Jackson Yunan Rock, accept Luke Yunan as your lawful husband, promise to love and respect her? “ the master of ceremonies asked. I felt my fiancée's hands shaking and she took a deep breath, becoming more nervous than before. She knew what the answer would be, but I saw fear on her face. “Of course I accept. “She said, looking deep into her eyes, because she knew how this day had been marked in her before, but as a trauma and that now it would be a memory. At that moment Drogo and Wiskas entered the Church with a basket of rings, walking on the carpet towards us. Drogo wore an outfit imitating a suit and Wiskas wore a white dress. The guests smiled even more, being dazzled by their intellig

However, when he stood before me and told me to give Quinn back to Sadie, I felt a rage so intense it was almost uncontrollable. "And what about me?" I asked coldly. He seemed caught off guard by my question, opening and closing his mouth a few times before mumbling, "I'll marry you." As he spoke, his tone grew more confident. "You can divorce him, and I'll marry you. We'll live a good life together," he added. "Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being divorced." If God had X-ray vision, He would have seen the giant question marks flooding my mind.

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.

She has tears in her eyes, tears of joy and happiness, Swallowing hard, I start speaking again, "I promise to love you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take, and every howl I let out. I vow to stand by your side through every battle, every hunt, and every triumph. Together we will roam the wild, untamed and free, our spirits soaring. I promise to be your partner in every sense, your friend, your confidant, and your mate. I vow to protect our pack, our family, and our love, with every fiber of my being. I promise to cherish our moments together, to honor our bond, and to love you forever until death do us part, my love. These are my vows to you in front of everyone, Odette Phillips

First time I'd ever heard someone volunteer to serve the person they were adopting. After dealing with scheming adults and bratty kids, the Riccis felt like the least awful option. So I picked them. Paolo kept his word. For a while my opinion meant everything to him. He was loyal, clueless, following me like I'd dropped breadcrumbs. So when Grandpa Domenico was dying, he asked me to marry Paolo. Said Paolo was too soft to handle the Ricci fortune alone and begged me to stick around for three more years—for old times' sake.

Now he looked at me like I stole the light. I said it anyway. Every damn word. “I promise to love you.” He flinched. “I promise to stand beside you. I pledge to you my living and dying, equally in your care, and tell no strangers our grievances.” My grip tightened on the flowers in my hand, “I promise to be your wife, your friend, your strength.” Then and there, the vows my mother usually made Ivy and I chant right from when we were eighteen spilled from my lips ever so smoothly, “You cannot command me, for I am a free person. But I shall serve you in ways you require.”

“But at its core, it’s a promise. One borne not just of love, but of responsibility.” Dante’s fingers grazed mine once. Not a grasp. A check in. The officiant turned to him. “Dante, your vows.” Dante took a breath—a real one. Not controlled and not practiced. He turned toward me fully. When he took mine, his hands were steady. I noticed that first. The steadiness. This was not a man who was doubting his decision. “I was brought up to think of vows as contracts,” he said. “Words meant to reassure people watching, not the one standing in front of you.”

The vows were simple. “Devan, my love. I promise to show up. I promise to communicate even when it is hard. I will never lose myself in someone else's expectations again. Thank you for bringing joy into my life.” “Hi Queen. I, Devan, promise to celebrate your success. I will support your dreams. I will love Theo and Tehilla as my own and honor the family we are building together. Thank you for bringing peace to Maya and I.” When my father said, "You may kiss the bride," Devan cupped my face gently and kissed me.