The Vow Movie Novels & Stories

◇NO POV◇ every couple are so happy with their loved ones mainly don and liam because srinithi started understanding don like in the past she is loving him more than past coming to liam all misunderstandings between liam and viola was solved, liam felt blessed to have viola in his life liam faked as ill and staying in home believing that he is ill she postponed her shoot and ran to his home she pressed the switch of door bell he opened the door with half naked body, his toned abs, broad shoulders can attract any girl, she felt she is drooling over his body he cleared his throat

We were now facing each other, Dario staring deep into my soul, while I just looked down feeling uncomfortable with his heated gaze on me. After a small speech from the priest, he told us to take our vows. "I Dario Rizzo take you Faith Abdella to be my wife, 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 us do part, according to God's holy law. In the presence of God I make this vow". Dario said with while rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

The arena was once again filled with thousands of people who were to witness my vows. A bonfire was lit in front of me, big enough to light the entire stage I was kneeling on. Behind me was holy water in a bowl. Beside the bowl was a small seedling in a flowerpot that was filled with soil. Wind was something that persisted with the flames, making them grander and the sky was right above me. The five elements of nature surrounded me while I took the vow. Amor, the three priests and the priestess were standing in front of me behind the flames to be the witness of the vow, along with the pack public, the royal family, and the other nobility.

Bella's T-shirt and jeans, or Andrew's casual racing clothes. Everything was disheveled, yet perfect. The priest, the church, was empty except for me, Aiden, Drew, and Bella. The beautiful vows they wrote. It's perfect. As any wedding should be. I stood beside Aiden. Corsage in hand, my face tilted to meet his. He was already looking. The most disgustingly gorgeous smile I've ever seen on his lips. I tried to snicker, snort, even smirk, but my lips curved into a smile back. ****

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

The priest turned towards Vanessa and asked her to repeat the vows after him. "I-I-I, Vanessa Lynn Gorbachev, t-take y-you, Joaquin, Emiliano and Alejandro Fernandez, t-to be my h-h-husbands, to have and t-to hold from t-t-this day forward, for better, f-for worse, for richer, for poorer, i-i-in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, t-till death us do p-p-part, a-according to God's h-holy law, i-i-in the presence of God I-I make this vow." Vanessa took more time in completing her sentence because of her stammering and felt embarrassed in front of a lot of people but the brothers were patiently waiting for her to finish her vow.

Most people need to hear those "three little words" I love you. Once in a while, they hear them just in time I met Connie the day she was admitted to the hospice ward, where I worked as a volunteer. Her husband, Bill, stood nervously nearby as she was transferred from the gurney to the hospital bed. Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight against cancer, she was alert and cheerful. We got her settled in. I finished marking her name on all the hospital supplies she would be using, then asked if she needed anything.

With everyone watching, he took the microphone and announced in an icy tone, "The original bride, Alexis Harding, cheated before our wedding. She knew she couldn't show her face here, so she called off the wedding! Now, I will marry Ms. Lorelei Floyd!" At those words, the guests turned on me, their opinions swiftly shifting. "Oh, my gosh! I didn't realize Alexis was so promiscuous! Ugh! That's just disgusting!" My mother remained my only defender, her voice rising above the crowd. "No! Alexis would never do such a thing! She's always loved Ryan! It's Ryan who betrayed her!" Her desperate cries fell on deaf ears, met with even more vicious insults. Suddenly, she clutched her chest, collapsing

It was cold, but steady. The officiant began to speak. I barely heard the words. Something about commitment. Duty. Union. A contract. This was not a promise of love. It was a surrender. The air was too still, too tense. Even the sea beyond the open arches seemed to hold its breath. His vows were brief. Precise. Not romantic. But there was a strange tenderness in the way he looked at me when he said them—as if he knew the weight I carried. As if he understood the chains binding us both.

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.