The Vows From The Vow Movie の小説・ストーリー

Taking a vow with somebody’s life on the line is a serious matter. It is not simply words. A vow is made using one’s own wolf, and if a life is placed on the line, that individual’s wolf is also involved. A vow that is untrue results in a terrible death for the individual whose life has been used. “You have a sister, don’t you?” I take a step forward. “You and Vivian referred to me as a promiscuous whore. And in a public setting, no less. Make a vow right now and prove to everyone, using her life, that I was the palace whore.”

Dropping to one knee, I whispered tenderly to the nineteen-year-old before me, "Agnes, will you marry me?" She covered her mouth, tears spilling. "You… you'd still marry me?" "Of course. I will always love the version of you standing before me now." I looked into her eyes with absolute sincerity, the starlight in them my eternal devotion. I don't know how long it took before she finally nodded hard and extended her left hand. "Frank, I will. I will." Smiling, my heart overflowing with joy, I gently took her hand. Just as I was about to slip the ring onto her finger…

Was everything between us a lie? My eyes burned with unshed tears, and I blinked hard, refusing to let them fall. "Are you alright, Ony?" Granny asked softly. I forced a faint smile and nodded, unable to meet her eyes. She didn’t question me further, only squeezed my hand gently. I sat there with my head lowered, unable to focus on anything. The ceremony continued around me in a blur. They exchanged rings, smiling lovingly at each other before giving speeches about their happiness and future together.

She’d told me not to worry about it—Isla, it’s not that deep, I already hired a photographer, and somehow I let myself shrug it off. But watching her now, framed by gold and shadows, I wished I had it. Even if her story wasn’t a love story. Even if this wasn’t a fairytale. Maybe that’s why I left it behind. I didn’t want to immortalize something that hurt. The crowd hushed again when the priest raised the small golden crowns. It was time. Vincenzo took Sienna’s trembling hands. There was a small, almost invisible tremor in her lashes, but she didn’t look away from him. He spoke his vow with his voice steady and deep.

“Ashton, repeat after me. Before God and these witnesses, I Ashton, take you, Rosa, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death—this is my solemn vow.” Ashton repeated after the priest as tears rolled down his face. “Rosa, repeat after me. Before God and these witnesses, I Rosa, take you, Ashton, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death—this is my solemn vow.” "Ashton, do you have a symbol of your vow

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

“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.

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

To Beta Darius, he said, “I told you so, Darius. This woman will ask for my vow.” “A vow is way better than a contract. What is my assurance that you will follow whatever is written on the contract? None, right? So a vow it is. Vow that you will forget your beloved Eva and you will love me instead.” “It’s difficult to do.” “The vow?” “Loving you, I mean.” I glared at him. “You only need to vow. Not to insult me, Your Majesty. However, I am not forcing you anything. If you don’t want to do it, I will be going then. I have a lot of things to do.”

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.