Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.

Now, let us take a look at what each of the seven vows or pheres mean and symbolize: FIRST VACAHAN The groom promises to take care of his bride, their children and the family. In return, the bride undertakes the responsibility of looking after the groom’s home and his food. SECOND VACHAN The groom promises to protect his bride under all circumstances. In return, the bride promises to stand by her husband through his agonies and ecstasies. THIRD VACHAN The groom promises to work hard to earn enough wealth for the family and in return, the bride promises to effectively take care of the income and expenses. FOURTH VACHAN The groom promises to entrust the responsibility of his household to his b

"Because a world without you is a world where my father wins, Dante. And I’d rather burn in the shadows with you than live in a world where men like him are the ones in charge." A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips—real this time. He reached out and, with a agonizingly slow movement, tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was electric, a searing heat that made my breath catch. "Then we have a pact, Elara Vance," he said. "Not a marriage of debt. A marriage of war." He grabbed the obsidian box and headed for the back exit. As we descended into the dark, rainy streets of the Iron District, I realized that for the first time in my life, I wasn't being led. I was choosing the pa

Imam congratulates them. "This is the first time I'm witnessing such life-changing Nikkah. May Allah grant happiness both of you" Sahir looked at Zoya with all smiles. "I vow, to be with you in any situation, to protect you from every evil, love you in any form, till my last breath, I promise you to be your faithful husband & trustworthy friend" Sahir took a vow. "I vow to fill your life with peace and love. To be your faithful wife, a friend in misery, and lover for a lifetime " Zoya took a vow.

"Swear that if you ever try to claim those shares, you forfeit everything." Penelope's eyes darted around the room, finding no allies. "I..." her voice cracked. "I swear." "Louder." "I swear that if I break my oath regarding Diana Knight's shares," Penelope's voice strengthened with desperate anger, "I forfeit everything. My name, my possessions, my home..." "And?" "And..." tears slipped down her cheeks. "And everyone who calls me family or friend." "Perfect." Ashlyn's smile was victorious. "Now seal it."

Jesus Christ. Leon moves like violence belongs to him. There’s no hesitation in him. No uncertainty. He doesn’t posture or shout or waste time trying to look intimidating because he already is. One second the guy is cursing at him, and the next Leon slams him face-first into the side of the SUV hard enough to dent metal.

“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.

She didn't see the divorce coming. And so, as the clock struck midnight, Maria extinguished the candles one by one, symbolizing the end of an era. With each flicker of the flame, a spark of determination ignited within her. The journey ahead would be arduous, but she knew deep in her heart that she deserved more. As she left the table behind, the remnants of an anniversary dinner untouched, Maria took her first steps towards a future filled with hope and the promise of a love that would never again be shrouded in darkness.

It was for something far more intimate, far more sacred. A vow. It was not the very first vow Killian and Seraphina had ever made to one another. The first had been spoken years ago by two young, naive lovers who foolishly believed that passion alone could conquer every incoming storm. This vow, however, would be spoken by two battle-hardened people who had actually survived those storms, borne the deep scars, and chosen to return to the altar anyway. The entire kingdom gathered within the clearing in a profound, respectful silence.

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.