Romantic Vows For Her Novels & Stories

♡ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑 ~29 ~CEO of Valor & Co. ~I measure success in numbers, not in feelings-I leave emotions at the door. 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲: "I wasn't ready for you but there was you and there was I and here we are, And somewhere in between you became my favourite accident" 𝐑𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐧: "I wasn't searching for you, but somehow, you became the only thing I ever wanted to find." 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲

I slip the gold ring on her finger and there I plant a kiss. "Axel Devenuto" she moves her plump, red lips and I'm already starting to feel flustered and anxious for the nuptials "I promise to honor you all the days of my life, to be your foundation for the dark days to come, to stand by you in sickness and in health, and to love you until my last breath on earth. And today, in addition to our union, I also bring you a gift." I arch an eyebrow in surprise.

I'm sad but I don't want her to feel nor see it. "Uh. Do you know the vow when a couple get married?" She asked. "Uhm. I take you to be my bride. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, Until we are parted by death." I answered. "Yes. It is, sweetheart! And yes I know we are not yet married but I believe everything has a reason so if anything bad happens to me, it's not your fault. So please, stop talking nonsense. Okey?"

Iris beside me, her hand in mine. “Do you take her?” a voice asked. I nodded. “I already did. The moment she walked back into my life.” Her vows followed. Soft. Scared. Brave. “I love you, even when you forget. I will love you when you’re broken. When you run. And when you come back. I will love you through every storm.” The camera panned to our hands as we exchanged rings. A storm rolled in behind us, but we never moved. I dropped to my knees beside her.

He stood tall and confident; his eyes filled with a love so intense it made her heartache. “You look breathtaking,” Andrew whispered when she reached him, his voice barely audible over the soft strains of the violin. “And you look like someone I’d say yes to a million times over,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile. Their vows were a reflection of their journey—raw, heartfelt, and filled with promises to cherish each other through life’s inevitable ups and downs. When the officiant declared them husband and wife, Andrew pulled her into a kiss that drew cheers and applause from the guests.

"I want to say thank you for everything...for not giving up on me. For loving, fighting for, and with me. For the foot rubs and massage since we got our most precious gifts. For giving me the perfect friends whom I could proudly call my family. You are everything to me, Asher. And I am forever indebted to you. I promise to love you against and above all odd. And I promise to love you forever. I won't promise until death do us part, because even in death, I will love you. ..., in times of trouble, I promise to be your comfort. In times of lack, I promise to stand by you and support you in the best way I can. In times of abundance, I promise to be by your side. In times of sickness, I promise

" The priest said Nobody objected so the priest went on "They will now say their vows, Raphael repeats after me, I Raphael Roman take you, Violet Hope Rossi Knight to be my wife. I will share my life with yours, build our dreams together, I'll support you through times of trouble, and rejoice with you in times of happiness, I promise to respect and love you and give you my loyalty," I repeated those exact words smiling at her and putting a ring on her finger

my fiancée said with a smile full of feelings, one that struck deep in my heart, one that made our friends and family applaud loudly. "I promise to take care of you, protect you, treasure you, and make you happy until my soul expires. Give you my support, my body and my life so that you can fulfill your desires. I swear to you that I will love you madly every minute of my existence and you will have no complaints about how happy this madman can make you," I said with that calculated retort in the final sentence of his vows and kissed me adoringly. "By the power of the state of Nevada, I declare you Mr. and Mrs. Moretti.”

The royal officiant — an ancient vampire priestess in robes of deepest black — began the vows. Victoria spoke first, voice clear and unwavering: “Raven Winterstar, from the moment I found you in the marshes, you became my light in an endless night. I vow to stand beside you through shadow and blood, through war and peace, through life and whatever comes after. You are my scion, my mate, my wife. I am yours, forever.” Raven’s eyes shimmered with tears she didn’t try to hide. Her voice — now strong and resonant — carried clearly across the garden:

She sniffed her nose and began; “how and when I fell in love with you I can’t tell but I know I want to love only you forever. Damien, you complete every part of me. When you hold you, it feels like a fairy tale. You look out for me, go extreme to see me smile, all these things make it irresistible to not fall for you daily. You are the perfect man for me. You know my flaws and you love me regardless. You have shown me what love and companionship is and I want this kind of us, this kind of love forever. Today and everyday of my life, I promise to be submissive to you and you alone. I will be your best friend forever, the only shoulder you lean on and the only bosom you take comfort. Today an