The Vow We Keep Novels & Stories

On that starlit night, we scattered many dried lily flowers in these waters to mourn an innocent life that passed away. Yet now, we return here again, to be the funeral objects for that departed life. It felt a little absurd and sorrowful. This makes me feel that all the previous confrontations and struggles with Jared that Kent and I worked so hard on, to revenge for Amelia have all become a joke. "What are you looking at?"

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

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

"And we make this vow, not just to each other, but to the cause we serve." Isabella felt a swell of emotion at Luca's words, her heart bursting with love and loyalty. She looked into his eyes, feeling her resolve strengthen. "Together, we vow to always fight for justice, equality, and compassion," she said, her voice strong and clear. "We vow to stand by each other, no matter what obstacles we may face, and to never let anything come between us."

This vow also beckons the importance of health, peace, and prosperity in one's life. In the seventh and last vow, the groom declares "we are now husband and wife, and now we will stay together for eternity." In its reply, the bride says that with God being the witness, she is now his wife and says that both of them will cherish and honour each other forever.

I said, “where everything wasn’t about survival.” He tightened his arms around me. “Now it’s about living.” I pulled back slightly, searching his eyes. “So let’s do it right.” He cocked his head. “Make a vow,” I said. “A real one. Not a contract. Not something we had to say in front of lawyers or cameras. Just us. Right here. Right now.” His throat worked around the emotion. “You want to marry me again?” “I want to vow to live with you,” I said. “Whatever that looks like. However imperfect it gets. We deserve something honest.”

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

"That's your problem, not mine. Lionel tried to kill me. He committed assault with intent to harm, and I won't accept any mediation. Save your breath." Rhiannon cried, "Why must you do this? Are you trying to ruin him completely just because we're close?" I didn't say anything and walked away, not wanting to waste any more energy arguing with her. People didn't turn bad overnight, and hearts didn't drift all at once. "It's snowing, Boss," Jane said, handing me an umbrella. I declined it and kept walking. It was the first snowfall of the year. I couldn't help but think back to when I confessed to Rhiannon. It had snowed heavily that day, too. When she nodded, it felt like the whole world lit

“This is the last time you lie to me, you got that?” “Yes, it won’t happen again.” My focus was on my plate but I just knew that wasn’t the end of it. Rio Romano didn’t sound like the man who’d let go of betrayal that easily even from his own family. “All of those old bastards will be at the wedding. You better make sure no blood is spilled tomorrow in my lawn. Those old dogs may have been fond of her mother in the past but this one is just a pretty doll that doesn’t know anything.”

Alia was holding her breath, biting her lower lip as her eyes followed the movement of Elder Garrett's hands. "You may start with the vow," Elder Garett bowed his head to us as he prepared to light the bowl of fire on the table behind us. My eyes focused on my little lamb as I watched her lips curve into an excited smile, as she waited for me to start our vow. My heart was thudding loud but it wasn´t beating alone, Alia´s heart was beating at the same rhythm as mine, and jointly they made the most wonderful sound. Everyone faded out in my peripherals as I started the vow that I promised to keep for the rest of our lives.