Sacred Vows Novels & Stories

“Yes, I do.” His voice was firm. Clear. Without the slightest tremor. The priest nodded, then turned. “Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love him, to protect him, to honor him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to him until death do you part?” The voice echoed softly. Sacred. Yet it felt unfamiliar. Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth.

Of course, She hadn't forgotten that their marriage was a contract,a tool Stephen used to cure his urge and make his manhood stand. The proposed agreement was written in Black and white: She would never have to serve coffee again and the contract marriage was supposed to Last a year. At the end of the contract, both parties had the right to file for divorce. If they lived harmoniously within that one year and developed feelings for each other, they should continue their marriage and render the contract null and void. Stephen grasped Rosy's nape, pulling her closer. Even in the darkness, Rosy could see the crimson in his eyes.

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

“Catherine won’t find peace until she’s killed Zarek. It’s the one constant that’s driven her all these years. She took a vow. She’s sworn to do everything in her power to see it fulfilled. Nothing you say or do will stop that.” “She vowed herself?” “Yes.” The information changes everything I’d planned. Vowing yourself as an immortal or supernatural means you can’t turn away—even if you want to. It’s more than honor. A vow becomes a living thing, something that can never be denied. Some believe that by speaking the word, a spell is evoked—unbreakable until the promise is kept. Failing to keep it brings enormous suffering. “Why?” I ask, my voice low. “What could be so important that she’d sac

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

"Don't even get me started. He's just a boring bookworm. Everything about him annoys me.” "Do you know what happened on our wedding day? He didn't say a single word, and he thought he could touch me then at night? Dream on!" I was shocked. "So, you two never…" "Exactly!" Sadie said, lifting her chin with pride. "A woman's body and mind must align to feel joy. Otherwise, how are we any different from animals?" At the time, I did not know she had forced Quinn to live like a monk his entire life.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

The old priest arrived within the hour, cloaked in shadows, holding an ancient tome wrapped in velvet. They stood in the garden of the estate, beneath a moonlit arch of crimson roses, barefoot in the grass. Sera’s fingers were laced with Valerio’s. She was shaking, but not from fear. From the weight of it. The gravity of love in its rawest form. “Are you ready?” Father Leto asked. Valerio nodded. Sera whispered, “Yes.” The priest opened the book, and began reciting the vow in Thorne blood dialect, an ancient promise made between warriors and their bonded. It was not recognized by any court or church, but in the eyes of Valerio’s family—and their enemies—it was binding.

We had three main vows, vow of life and death, vow of clarity and vow of loyalty. The vows were ment to strengthen the mating bond that was already strong as it was. the first one was the vow of life, that in this life nothing shall seperate them but death, and if you can guess, divorce to us was a rare phenomenon. The second of clarity, that the relation shall be as a clear lake nothing clouds it. The third was a vow of loyalty, that in this life time, the mate shall not be with any other partner but his mate till death set them a side.