Vow Promises の小説・ストーリー

Mia says her vows. "Do you remember the very first day that we met? I knew the very first moment I saw you. I knew we were meant to be together for all of our days. You have become my lover, my companion, and my best friend. There's no one else I'd want to build a life with. I get to have you by my side, my love, and my wife, for eternity. I promise to love you for who you are and who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and remember that everything between us is rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to share my whole heart with you and show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

I'd rather have you here with clear boundaries than continue as we have been, with you constantly questioning whether refusal is safe. Sienna felt tears threatening again, but these were different. Not devastation, but something closer to relief mixed with disbelief. "You're really promising this? Not as manipulation, not as temporary concession but as permanent change?" "I'm vowing it," Luca clarified. "In my world, vows matter. They're not casual promises but binding commitments. I'm vowing not to touch you without consent, and I'll honor that vow regardless of desire, regardless of opportunity, regardless of how much I want to break it."

“I won’t kneel. I don’t do vows. But I will promise.” “Go on, then,” she said warily. He turned back to the crowd. “I promise to defend this pact with tooth and claw. I promise that if even one wolf under my banner harms a witch, I will make it right. I will end it.” He looked down at Anna. “And I promise to be hers. In blood. In breath. In battle. In peace.” Anna’s voice trembled as she reached for his hand. “And I promise to hold this fragile thing we’re building like a sacred flame. I won’t let it go out.”

She is still a kid, so she definitely does not know anything about life. "Daddy always gets us something whenever he promises us... Uncle Max always does whatever he promised us to do, and the ones he never promised us, he never did them. So, I think promise is a strong thing that validates things," She shrugs, and I slowly nod my head. "So, do you mean your daddy never goes back on his words?" I ask her for some reason I do not understand. "Yes... He has never gone back on his words," She replies to me, and I nod my head. I don't know why I'm suddenly scared, but something keeps telling me that something is wrong somewhere, although I can't picture what exactly it is.

he asked abruptly. Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it. I sat across from him and said calmly, “Jack, the way you’ve been treating me is wrong. I’ve never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional, it’s wrong, and I can’t allow it to continue.” Jack snickered nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed. “I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend,” I said. “I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does.” I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.

However, when he stood before me and told me to give Quinn back to Sadie, I felt a rage so intense it was almost uncontrollable. "And what about me?" I asked coldly. He seemed caught off guard by my question, opening and closing his mouth a few times before mumbling, "I'll marry you." As he spoke, his tone grew more confident. "You can divorce him, and I'll marry you. We'll live a good life together," he added. "Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being divorced." If God had X-ray vision, He would have seen the giant question marks flooding my mind.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

I said, my voice full of emotion. "Me neither," he replied, his tone warm and full of promise. "It’ll be perfect. I promise." The conversation drifted to other topics—details of the wedding, the honeymoon plans, and everything in between—but the underlying theme was the same. We were building something real, something beautiful, something that could withstand anything the world threw at us.

That day, Paolo shuffled off, glancing back every couple steps. The night outside swallowed him, shadows sticking like regret. Marco didn't even blink at him—just walked right past, straight into the light, grinning as he pulled me in. "Honey, let's have a wedding. Let everyone know we're done with goodbyes." He was glowing. I couldn't help but smile and nod. "Sure. Whatever you want." We started tossing out ideas, already picturing it.