Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

“ Do you, Lauren Santiago, take Ethan Velasquez as your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, ‘till death do your part?” Her gaze met mine. It was like a sudden invasion of memories, a surge of feelings and experiences. Today, I have realized why this is the vow that they are using in marriages. It’s sacred and a heavy responsibility of loving someone. In every circumstances of life, this vow requires us to stay at each other side but didn’t we already did that? Even before the marriage. “ Hmmm,” her sweet smile is teasing me. My heart is racing and threatening to explod

“Now about the private ceremony.” I groan, by private ceremony he means the vows I'll have to take to be a Knight's wife. The vows that do include rituals that I can perceive as Satanic at the very least because why would I cut myself and cut him then mix our bloody wounds to prove I'll be loyal and bound to him for this life and the next if we are permitted one.

"Please do as the healer asked." "Shh . . . Listen to the words I say to you. First, in my language, the ancient language of my people, and then in your language so you understand the enormity of the sacred vows I am saying to you. I am tying us together. Giving you my heart and soul and body. I will take into my keeping your heart and soul and body. You will be safe with me."

“No way. You’re really married already. Those vows are sacred, Hera. When spoken by someone with Augur blood, they hold more weight than any church vows.” “I don’t get it.” Myra took a seat. “Augur wedding vows can’t be broken. Once you say them, you’re bound to that person right away. If you two separate, your soul will always seek the other. Without them, you’d perish. These vows last forever, in this life and the next. There’s no ‘until death do us part.’” Hera felt her face drain of colour as the realization hit her. Her knees buckled, and she sank into a chair, her voice shaking. “And Thomas knows this?”

When they did, his breath caught visibly, and something inside his expression broke open it was not fear, not blank but in awe. This was not the man who once tried to protect love by holding it too tightly. This was the man who had learned how to stand beside me. When my father placed my hand into Adrian’s, he leaned close and whispered, “Take care of her.” “I will,” Adrian replied without hesitation. “Always.” The officiant spoke, but the words floated around me like background music. All I felt was Adrian’s thumb moving gently against my skin, grounding me in the present. When it was time for our vows, I spoke first.

“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.”

I only catch fragments love, honor, duty. Things that mean nothing in a marriage like this. “Skyla Parker,” the officiant’s voice pulls me back to the present, “do you take Alonso Ignacio to be your lawfully wedded husband?” I swallow hard, the weight of the question heavier than I expected. This is it. The point of no return.

"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, till death do us part," " according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto you pledge thee your faith [or] pledge yourself to her." His grip on her hand tighten as he realised that there was no coming back from this day hence. After today he will belong to her in eyes of God. Even if he himself may never accept her from within. The vows in front of God were not going to be a lie as unknown to her, he does plans to fulfill them.

Walking out of the bathroom, he sees Enzo has already gotten rid of Luca’s body. Before he married Rosalie he would have visited one of his clubs, take one of his mistresses to the apartment buildings he owned and take out the stress from today with them. But he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t home. He was married. He may be many things, but like his father, he didn’t believe in cheating on his wife. Mistresses were meant for before marriage not after. In their world there was no such thing as divorce. The only way out of a marriage is death.

This was about revenge. "I wouldn't dare, Marcus. I wouldn't." I replied, the conviction in my voice surprising even myself. The words were a promise, a vow I was making to myself, to my past, to my future. I wouldn't fall for the Malcovichs. I wouldn't.