The Vow Movie Novels & Stories

“In the presence of all and God's, I, Asher Samuel Dillard, official representative under the authority of the husband's, state that this woman is Giovanni Reviello's wife. From this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do them part. He will love, honor and cherish her all the days of his life. According to this statement, I pledge thee my solemn vow in the name of Giovanni Reviello and his honor.” Whispering could be heard from the altar. No one had ever heard a vow like that, especially one made in the name of another person. Gradually, the pity became entertainment. The guests began to like the situation. Eleonor remains silent

If I didn't collapse right there, I wouldn't collapse at all. "You may speak your vows, Miss Emma," the priest said, looking at me. "What the hell! Vows, what vows? I didn't know we needed that, of course, in a traditional wedding, yes, but I thought in ours we wouldn't." "Oh, I..." DeLuca stared at me with a serious expression, and everyone was waiting for my vows. What kind of vow could I say to a mafia boss? So, I improvised what came to my mind. "I want to say that now our lives will be joined forever, and I will be the most loyal wife you could have."

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

Looking at each other like they are the only people that exists and the rest looks like just a background. Sean and Dean turned their heads and looked at the priest shyly and then walked to the center, and they proceeded for the ceremony. And the best for the wedding are the couple's vows, as the vow is the couple's solemn declaration, an earnest promise and pledge for each other. "I take you, Sean, to be my husband. I vow to be your biggest fan and partner in crime. I promise to support a family with you in a home filled with patience, love and understanding. I vow to grow old with you. I will love you faithfully and unconditionally through difficult and easy times. What may come, I promise

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

We both had come so far, and now we stood together, ready to begin the rest of our lives. The ceremony was a blur, the vows spoken from both our lips were meaningful, heartfelt. As the priest declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Luca’s lips twitched upward too, just enough for me to see the happiness, the pride in his eyes. And when he kissed me, it was everything. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the culmination of years of pain, struggle, and love. It was a promise, a vow to always stand by each other. To never give up. To fight for what we had.

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

"By the blood that flows from the womb of betrayal, By the ashes of the women we buried unseen, I vow to the Order of the Crimson Shadow, To keep my heart from the touch of a woman. To drink no affection, nor taste the wine of desire. To build no home, plant no seed, For love is weakness, and weakness, death. As my father vowed, so I vow…” A slash across my palm. Blood dripped onto the altar. Then fire erupted from the cracks in the ground, and the robes began to burn. The torches screamed. The altar bled. I woke up choking, my chest soaked in sweat, my breath ragged. The room was spinning. The sheets of the bed where I laid were tangled, soaked. My skin felt like it was crawling. Like the v

“Colten… I vow now to love you no matter what. We have suffered so much, we have to survive a whole lot to make it here. You’ve been my joy and my heartbreak. My greatest challenge and my greatest gift. I vow to stand beside you, not behind, not beneath, beside you. I vow to be your strength when you falter, your truth when you doubt, and your home when the world feels too heavy.” The officiant’s voice rang steady. “You may seal your vows.” The kiss was slow, steady, not desperate passion, but something deeper. Something that said we made it. When we pulled apart, the cheer that rose from the pack rolled over us like a warm tide. I was Luna.