The Vow We Keep Novels & Stories

“And I’m not the one who razed a fortress to claim a woman who stopped being his the second he turned her into a target.” Alessia saw the flinch ripple across Dante’s face. “You don’t know anything about us,” he said coldly. The woman smiled thinly. “I know she loved you. And you used that to break her.” Alessia stepped between them. “Enough.” Dante lowered his gun—slightly. “Alessia, we don’t have time for riddles. That vault isn’t just a myth. It holds the contracts. The original blood oath between our families.”

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.

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.

They all stared back at me with different looks on their faces. Alannah leaned closer to Ternen. “Will the vow hurt?” I shook my head. “No, it’s just a vow to the goddess to keep whatever we say here secret, even under threat of command or death.” Alannah paled. I reached through the middle and held out my hand. “Don’t be scared. It doesn’t mean you will face death. It just means the goddess recognizes your sincerity for secrecy and she makes it so that we can keep our secrets.” I smiled back at her.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

"I vow to never take you for granted. To never forget what it cost you to give me another chance. To never use my power to harm you. To always choose you. To always protect you. To always love you exactly as you are. I vow to be the mate you deserve. The father our children need. The Alpha our pack needs. I vow to be better every day. To never stop growing. To never stop proving I'm worthy of you. I vow forever, Elara. Forever." "I vow to trust you." I said. "To stop waiting for you to fail. To stop protecting myself from happiness. To accept that transformation is real. That you've changed. That we've built something that will last. I vow to be your partner. Your equal. Your mate in all thi

‎We renew our vows not in grand speeches, but in promises, promises that are meant to be kept. ‎“I vow,” I say, my voice carrying through the clearing, “to choose you every day, not because the bond demands it, but because my heart does. To listen when you speak, to stop when you say stop, and to protect the woman you are—not the idea that I had once tried forcing you to be.” ‎Ella’s eyes shine, but she doesn’t cry. ‎“I vow,” she says, “to walk beside you, not behind, not beneath. To hold you accountable and offer grace when you earn it. To love you without losing myself, and to trust you without silencing my truth.”

Mum spoke first. “The Moon marks what is broken and returns it made whole. We honor her law today.” She looked between Cowrie and her groom, then Gavin and Sariah, then Ruhan and me. “Three vows. One for bond, one for peace, one for rule.” Cowrie went first. “I vow to guard what is mine and take what is offered in trust.” Her husband repeated it. Mum nodded. Gavin spoke next. “I vow to shield what is mine and serve where I am needed.”

I vowed. However, when everyone thought that I was about to conclude, they all gasped in surprise when I continued and took out a poisoned dart. " .... and I add to my solemn vow that I shall continue to selflessly care, love and serve you both in both, life and DEATH !” I promised and took the most difficult vow of royalty- the ‘Supreme Vow of Life’ as I pressed the poisoned dart in my palm and held it over the sacred fire so that the dart disappeared inside my palm, leaving a hot trail of bubbling blood in its wake.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h