Promises For Vows Novels & Stories

I vow to share with you, all that I am and all that I have. I make a promise today, to bind my life to yours and remain faithful to you, as long as we both shall live." The vows that have been made today are promises of love, respect and commitment. They are the foundations of a solid union for Damon and Clary to build a future upon. Let no man, woman or the God himself come between the two that have solidified their union and bound themselves to each other on this day.

I vow to share with you, all that I am and all that I have. I make a promise today, to bind my life to yours and remain faithful to you, as long as we both shall live." The vows that have been made today are promises of love, respect and commitment. They are the foundations of a solid union for Sebestian and Allen to build a future upon. Let no man, woman or the God himself come between the two that have solidified their union and bound themselves to each other on this day.

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

"Yeah. I'm okay. She can't hurt us anymore." "All these people trying to destroy us—and we're still here." "We really are." Sunday, week forty-five. I finalize my vows. Read them to Maggie over the phone. "Those are beautiful," she says. "Honest and real." "Not too simple?" "Perfect amount of simple. You're not trying to impress anyone. You're making promises you can actually keep." "That's the goal." "How's Damien's vow writing going?" "No idea. We're keeping them secret until the wedding."

“You have made me the happiest man in the world today by agreeing to share your life with me. I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to be with you for all of eternity. I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and to help you reach them. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

[Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough] [Well I would’ve known, what I was living for all along] She watched the two rings in her hand in awe before standing up. She went to Kai’s study, firmly putting both of the rings on his desk before returning to her room. All the emotions of watching their wedding video back reminded her of the vows she had written beforehand and how excited she felt to recite them in front of Kai. However, she was told the day of their wedding that Kai did not write any vows and it would be weird if she was the only one with vows. So she threw it away.

she murmurs, “I’m not here to hurt you.” My hand turns instinctively, fingers ghosting up her wrist. Her breath stutters. We lean in without thinking. Foreheads nearly touching. Not a kiss—just proximity so intimate it feels like a vow. “I’m not asking for promises,” she whispers. “Good,” I whisper back. “I break those.” “What are you offering, then?” I swallow. “Truth. As much as I’m capable of giving.” She nods once. “That’s enough.” Not forgiveness. Not absolution.

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.

“You’ll have to be specific. I put a lot in writing.” “Don’t be cute, Damon.” I flip the page and jab a finger at it. “ ‘Physical authenticity of the marital relationship’—that’s specific enough, isn’t it? You wrote sex into a contract.” He gives a small shrug, as though I’m the one being dramatic. “I call it clarity.” “Clarity?” I bark a laugh. “You call this clarity? You turned intimacy into a line item.” He straightens slightly, eyes cool, voice smooth as glass. “A marriage without intimacy isn’t believable, Ava. You said you wanted to do this properly—for Leo. Proper means convincing.”