Vow Or Never Novels & Stories

Vows of Forever The officiant cleared his throat, smiling warmly. "We are gathered here today, not just to witness a union, but to celebrate love's resilience. Valentine and Arnulfo stand before us, proving that love can rise from tragedy, from war, from loss. And tonight, they choose each other—again. He stretched out his hand to Valentine, the tips of his fingers tracing along her knuckles. His voice was steady but deep enough to make her heart pound in her chest.

“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.”

Words about love, unity, and forever filled the air, but they both heard only the silence between them. When it was time for their vows, Arielle’s voice trembled slightly. “I… take you, Evan, to be my husband…” She swallowed, forcing the next words. “…for better or for worse.” Evan followed suit, his tone steady but devoid of warmth. “I take you, Arielle, to be my wife.” Their hands met as the priest said, “You may now exchange rings.” Arielle’s ring slipped easily onto her finger — cool metal, heavy with meaning she didn’t want to carry.

Alessia, on the other hand, took every opportunity to throw in biting commentary. "Do we really need a string quartet? I mean, nothing says 'eternal misery' like violins." "Alessia," I warned. She shot me a faux-innocent look. "What? I'm engaging. Isn't that what you wanted?" the planner cleared her throat. "Let’s move to the vows. You’ve both opted to write your own—" Alessia snorted. "Oh, yes. I can't wait to declare my undying love to a man who thinks romance is letting me order dessert."

Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them—a promise of unwavering support and unconditional love. As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vineyards, Sorin and Andrea walked hand in hand through rows of vines heavy with promise. Together, they embraced the future, knowing that their love and dedication had forged a legacy far greater than any vineyard could ever hold.

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

His hands trembled as he opened it to reveal my scrawled handwriting. "Varkon, if you're reading this, it means I'm gone forever. "I never imagined that the blood love oath we once took would become the knife stabbing my heart. "I never imagined that saving you would push you straight into Nyla's arms. "I don't regret saving you, but I regret loving you. "Under the Moon Goddess' witness, may we never meet again… for all eternity." "Never meet again…" Vakron murmured the three words as the parchment slipped from his stiff fingers, then he clutched it desperately against his chest.

Tatum’s POV Silence. Not the ordinary kind—the kind that lingers politely between casual conversations. No. This silence was heavy. Suffocating. It pressed against my chest, crawled under my skin, and settled deep in my bones like a living thing. Ten percent. Of the Voss Group.

Waiting. Not welcoming. Never welcoming. Just… waiting. 🩸