Vow Promises Novels & Stories

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

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

“You are terrible at comfort.” I bump my shoulder into his. “I’m very good at honesty. You can get pretty words from anyone. You don’t need it from me.” He tilts his head, studying my face like he’s trying to decide how much of that he believes. “Say it again,” he says finally. “What?” “That this is your promise. Not Redmaw’s.” “I will never swear anything for Redmaw again,” I say. “Those vows are ash. This one is for you.”

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.

“A confident man who knows his worth will always praise his partner, whether in public or private.” Something I saw in Jackson, in the middle of the party, even though he was the one who stood out, he made a point of mentioning my work and appreciating me. Something that in my other relationships I didn't feel was that my exes sometimes felt threatened or didn't even like someone praising me for my merit or work. Jackson seemed otherworldly and at times seemed unreal. Being in a group of two couples, one of the ladies asked: “So you organize weddings? “ Yes, I work at Dream Weaddings, an agency specializing in wedding events.

“It’s still your birthday, remember?” Their eyes lit up. “That amusement park you’ve always wanted to go to? The one I never had time for?” “We’re going there,” I said. “Then we’ll get cake. A very big cake.” They jumped in their seats. “You’re the best mum!” Luna squealed. “But mummy,” Liam said seriously, “promise you won’t cry again. When you’re sad, it makes us sad too.” My heart broke all over again. “I promise,” I said, lifting my pinky. “Mum won’t be sad again.”

𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 : 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 ~25 ~a resident doctor ~My soul is weary but I won't let it defeat me. ♡ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑 ~29 ~CEO of Valor & Co.

, he replied. Rosy clenched the documents in her hand and suddenly felt the urge to throw them in his face. He was truly a scoundrel. “Mr Johnson…”. “Rosy, I don't accept verbal promises. I won't give you another chance to deceive me, a woman who is unreliable with her words. Either come here and lock the door if you want to do it, or leave if you don't.”. Stephen interrupted. Rosy was infuriated. When had she been unreliable with her words? When had she deceived him? She didn't argue. She didn't want to share her husband with other women. Rosy turned and walked away. As she opened the door, Stephen's cold voice came from behind.

I leaned into it instinctively. “Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.” I did. His gaze was calm, unwavering, the kind of calm that made you want to believe him even when you shouldn’t. “It won’t be like this forever,” he said. “I promise you.” I shook my head. “You can’t promise that.”

“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.”