Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

“ 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."

“They began with North, South, East, and West. There was something about following his light, but I can’t quite recall that part. Then it mentioned me giving him my love until my last breath.” Myra interrupted, finishing Hera's thought, “Where two hearts beat, there is now but one. This bond that connects us will never be broken.” “Exactly! How do you know that?” “You made those vows to him before?” Myra's face went pale, her gaze darting to Hera. “Yes.” A tingle ran down Hera's spine. “And he to you?” “Yeah, why?” A shimmer of memory washed over Hera. “You’re already married to my brother.” “That’s what he keeps saying.” Hera dismissed it with a wave. “No way. You’re really married already.

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.

I asked, confused. He looked at me without saying anything or blinking. Just stared. Just when I thought he zoned out, he replied. “Seven days, seven rules. You break one, you earn a strike.” He said. Seven rules? How was I going to survive? Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed earlier. Who was I joking with? I don’t have a choice. “Yes sir.” “Your rule for today, I must not get to any meeting before you. You come after me for even one meeting, you earn a strike.”

Both of them stood on the stage. After that, some people come and take pictures with the groom and bride. After a while, they were called for pheras (taking a vow while circling around sacred fire). After that, they started to take pheras. They took seven pheras around the sacred fire and vow that... They will always love each other. They will trust each other. Take care of each other no matter in which situation they were. They vow that they will treat each other as the most important person in their lives.

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

she asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."