The Vow Novels & Stories

Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them—a promise of unwavering support and unconditional love. As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vineyards, Sorin and Andrea walked hand in hand through rows of vines heavy with promise. Together, they embraced the future, knowing that their love and dedication had forged a legacy far greater than any vineyard could ever hold.

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

So she glanced at Andrei, asking in a small voice as a tight knot settled in her stomach, "What vow?" Silent throughout the exchange, Willow left her seat and made her way to the podium. "What vow does my sister have to take?" "The vow of silence," Rowena replied, looking Willow square in the eye, before beckoning to Holly and Andrei to follow her. There was no time than the present. The sooner Holly took her vow, the better.

"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.

The kind of man who probably owns buildings taller than anything in this neighborhood. And somehow he walked into my shitty life and already decided it belonged to him. I hate that a part of me keeps replaying it. The way he touched my wrist, the way his thumb dragged over my pulse, the way he called me Bunny in that rough, possessive voice that made heat crawl through me so fast I almost felt ashamed of my own body. I pull my hood tighter and start walking toward the deli three blocks over because I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon and the ache in my stomach is becoming impossible to ignore.

Heat unfurled there, branding me from the inside out with the echo of his vow, searing itself into my very soul. Dane staggered under the force of it, his body taut with strain. The glow licked up his throat and jaw, washing his face in fleeting light. He clenched his teeth against the pain, but he didn’t waver, didn’t withdraw. His eyes were burning and raw with torment, locking me in place as his voice broke through, ragged and fierce. “It’s done,” he rasped, each word dragged out from somewhere deep. “I’ve bound myself. The vow will hold… even if it kills me.”

But I let it go. The vows are a lot. In a good way. Emotional, a little awkward at times (Adrian stumbles over his words at one point and Christine laughs mid vow, which honestly makes it better), but real. And somewhere in the middle of it, I realize something. Again. That has been at the back of my mind but it’s more clearer. I’m not scared like I used to be. Or maybe I am but it doesn’t control me anymore. The reception is louder.

I said, voice low enough to slip under her ribs, “your body has already chosen to live. Now we teach it how to live. It will require two things: a vow and a price.” “A vow,” she repeated, half-asleep. “Say: ‘I will not let my blood be used to make cages. I will be a blade that opens doors.’” She shivered, then spoke it, and the mirrors carried it away, and the room kept a copy. Vows spoken in a mirror-room pretend to leave you; in truth they wait for you in the long hallway of your next bad choice. “And the price?” she asked.

“You can face Caleb on your own. But you already know how that ends.” Shadow turns to me, and for the first time, I see a flicker of desperation in his eyes. “Amelia…” “What does a vow mean?” I ask, turning to the man. “It means he’d be bound to me,” he replies with a predator’s smile. “A vow of loyalty. Of obedience.” “You can’t ask me for that,” Shadow says, his voice shaking with rage. “That’s too high a price.” “Too high?” The man leans forward, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. “Then tell me, son—what is her life worth to you?”

"Looks like my new wife has quite a colorful romantic history." The assistant hesitated on the other end. "Mr. Damien, do you still want to marry Miss Vale?" Damien squinted, holding the phone, his gaze turning thoughtful. "A little vixen is only wild because she hasn't met her match. Once she does, she'll settle down." "......" His thumb brushed against the kiss mark on his neck, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. Amidst the gazes of the crowd, the groom, standing tall, lifted the bride's veil. Their eyes met.