The Vow Novels & Stories

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.

she said, her voice carrying through the chamber, woven with echoes of a thousand heartbeats. “Did you ever doubt I would?” Her gaze softened. “Once, maybe. But not anymore.” He took a cautious step closer. The light shifted around him, bending like wind through tall grass, reacting to his presence. Every movement made the vow pulse harder, faster — as if it could sense the weight of their bond. “What is this place?” he asked quietly. “The vow’s core,” she said. “The beginning and the end of everything it ever touched.” She looked around, almost wistful. “Every promise ever made lives here. Every one broken, too.”

I'd rather have you here with clear boundaries than continue as we have been, with you constantly questioning whether refusal is safe. Sienna felt tears threatening again, but these were different. Not devastation, but something closer to relief mixed with disbelief. "You're really promising this? Not as manipulation, not as temporary concession but as permanent change?" "I'm vowing it," Luca clarified. "In my world, vows matter. They're not casual promises but binding commitments. I'm vowing not to touch you without consent, and I'll honor that vow regardless of desire, regardless of opportunity, regardless of how much I want to break it."

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.

Theo shouted, “Tell your people to call my people!” “I am the people!” Marcus called back. Ava lingered at the gate as his car pulled away. The taillights glowed like embers disappearing into night. Genevieve slipped beside her. “You like him.” “I respect him,” Ava corrected. “Same thing,” Genevieve said. “Just the version that takes longer.” Ava smiled faintly. “He’s trouble.” “Then he fits right in.” The night wind stirred, carrying the scent of roses from the garden, and Ava realized—whether she wanted to or not—the fifth vow had already begun writing itself.

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

The priest opened his book, then lifted his gaze. His voice was calm. Deep. Echoing throughout the room. “Mr. Adrian… do you take Miss Livia as your wife,” he said slowly, “to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love her, to protect her, to honor her, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to her until death do you part?” A brief silence followed. All eyes were on Adrian. Without hesitation. Without pause. “Yes, I do.”

The wolf's particular certainty about something it has decided to keep. Then the quality of his intent shifted. The determination narrowed into something purposeful and specific. Through the tether, Nyx felt Caelan Voss making arrangements. He was calling someone to investigate what his new bride really was. And from the texture of his certainty, she could tell he expected to find something. She lay in the dark and breathed through it and began, very quietly, to think.

the priest commanded. "Cadeau please recite the vow again," She took in a deep breath and rephrased with her eyes closed this time,. "I- I will love you solely for the rest of my life, every other man in my life will be second and I vow to remain chaste." She articulated. The priest spattered more puffed rice to the hearth the same time Akarui took another step and signified, "May we be blessed with a noble and obedient long eternity as you have brought sacredness into my life and have completed me. And may our hearts be compressed together forever,"

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.