The Vow We Keep Novels & Stories

"I don’t want you to give up everything for me. And more than that, I don’t want you to look back years from now and regret the choices you made today." "Noah, love is about supporting each other’s dreams, not holding each other back." … After breaking up with Noah, I submitted my resignation at work. I decided to become a volunteer teacher. The decision came to me on our way back from Hilltown, especially after seeing the children at the old town school—their bright, innocent smiles standing out against the worn-down classrooms.

“I, Chandler Andrew Parker take you Millie Wilson as my wife, my partner in life and my one true love. I will cherish you for the rest of my life, for better or for worse… till death do us part.” After Chandler placed the ring on her finger, it was her time to say her vow. “I, Millie Wilson take you Chandler Andrew Parker to be my husband…” She paused, swallowing hard and looking at Chandler. Her hand was trembling as she held the ring on the guy’s hand. “…and I will cherish you…” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence anymore, when a loud bang echoed inside the church.

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

Like this wasn’t a transaction signed on government paper under fluorescent lights. "Where are we going exactly?" I asked as the car started. "Home." My chest tightened. "Which home?" He glanced at me. "Ours." Ours. That word again. He said it so casually, like we were already living it. Like I wasn’t still trying to untangle whether he was capable of murder or just good at hiding his truths. I stared at my hands in my lap. They were shaking slightly. I hid them. When we pulled into a compound the size of a mini village, I actually thought we were at a resort. But no, Stephen didn’t slow down. He drove straight through iron gates guarded by a uniformed man who bowed as we passed.

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.

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.

“Go on. What’s the vow?” I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of everything I had endured lift just a little more. “I vow to live fully, to love without hesitation, to forgive without reservation, and to never let the mistakes of the past dictate my future. I vow to embrace every moment, every joy, every challenge, every love that comes my way—and to do so with courage and honesty. I vow to build a life with you, grounded in respect, trust, and the understanding that we are stronger together than we could ever be apart.”

As we raced against time and pursued by shadows, we vowed to protect the secrets entrusted to us and reclaim our destiny from those who sought to wield its power for nefarious ends. And as dawn broke over the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the vineyards that had borne witness to centuries of tradition and resilience, Maya and I embraced the uncertain future that lay ahead. With the relics in our possession and the determination in our hearts, we stood ready to confront the challenges that awaited us, united in our quest to preserve the Zaveri legacy and defy the shadows that threatened to engulf us.

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

"I made a vow, and I can't break it." "What?" Oliver looked at me in shock. I nodded helplessly. Loyalty was fundamental to werewolves; once we made a vow, it couldn't be broken. Oliver sighed, his eyes showing both understanding and helplessness. "Alright, Fern," he sighed, patting my shoulder. "I'll return to our parents and see if there's a way to nullify the vow. In the meantime, take care of yourself until I come back for you." I nodded, grateful for Oliver's concern and support. "Thank you, Oliver," I said, tears welling up as I hugged him tightly. "I'll take care of myself."