Vow Promises Novels & Stories

Chapter 16- Marriage, Typed at the Top of the Page Ivie stared at the word again Marriage. She hesitated with her hand over the paper, then slowly drew it back into her lap. Alexander said nothing. She looked up. "This is a joke right?” “Does it look like a joke to you?" "You're asking me to marry you?" "I'm offering a contract. Marriage is a legal structure that facilitates the possibility of the rest of it." Ivie exchanged a long look with the page, then with the remainder of the folder still tucked beneath his hand. "You said you could clear the debt. Keep the house."

Eli tried to say something but Jennie cut him off "If anyone of you dare cut me off once more than i am gonna cut your tongues so zip up those fucking mouths and listen!........." Everyone virtually zipped their mouths "I can't tell because.....(Jennie closed her eyes and gathered all her courage) The promise i made was vow" Gasp escaped from everyone's mouth once they heard Jennie's confession. ( A promise that is vow is made between 2 people and only has one condition. Don't break it other wise at first the person whom you love the most would lose it's most important thing and if broken once more then the person you love the most dies. it's cruel and dangerous and is forbidden in all magic

The priest asks whether we have come freely and wholeheartedly to give ourselves to each other. "Yes," Dorian and I say, in the same flat tone, at exactly the same moment. The sham of it settles in the room alongside the incense and the orchestral music and the cameras, and I file the absurdity of that question, directed at two people whose presence here is the direct product of coercion and family politics, under things I will process later when I am alone. The vows arrive. I gather everything I have. I hold his gaze. I keep my voice firm and I say the two words that seal it. I do not stumble. I do not whisper. I say them as a statement of intention because it is the only version of this I

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

[Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough] [Well I would’ve known, what I was living for all along] She watched the two rings in her hand in awe before standing up. She went to Kai’s study, firmly putting both of the rings on his desk before returning to her room. All the emotions of watching their wedding video back reminded her of the vows she had written beforehand and how excited she felt to recite them in front of Kai. However, she was told the day of their wedding that Kai did not write any vows and it would be weird if she was the only one with vows. So she threw it away.

“I won’t let you down. I promise.” Isabella didn’t respond immediately. She just nodded, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than she intended. There was something about the way he spoke, the raw sincerity in his eyes, that made her wonder if he could truly change. But she couldn’t afford to be naive. If he betrayed her again, it would be the end of everything they had built.

His hands cupped the back of my head, pressing my ear against his sternum to listen to where a heartbeat would be. "I'm sorry for what had happened," Sol admitted into my hair. "I'm sorry that this is what you had had to go through. I swear to you…" He moved to look at me. "I swear that he will never lay a hand on you again." The vow broke something in me. Who was he? No, who was I to him that he could pledge something so unyieldingly unselfish? Did I even deserve it? I smiled and cupped his cheek. I didn't know much at that moment and a million uncertain thoughts were running through my mind. All I knew that I wanted for sure was his lips on mine.

she murmurs, “I’m not here to hurt you.” My hand turns instinctively, fingers ghosting up her wrist. Her breath stutters. We lean in without thinking. Foreheads nearly touching. Not a kiss—just proximity so intimate it feels like a vow. “I’m not asking for promises,” she whispers. “Good,” I whisper back. “I break those.” “What are you offering, then?” I swallow. “Truth. As much as I’m capable of giving.” She nods once. “That’s enough.” Not forgiveness. Not absolution.

It’s not about sex, it’s about authenticity… and maybe a little fun if you’re open-minded. I groan. “I hate him.” Maya fans herself. “You love that you hate him.” “Shut up.” “I can’t. This is better than N*****x.” Another message blinks in before I can lock the screen. > Arrogant bitch: Despite your opinion of me, I don’t plan to hurt you. The contract protects Leo first. You have my word. The change of tone knocks the air out of me. My thumb hesitates above the glass.

I was just plain and simple grouchy. Reaching out I grabbed my water bottle slowly unscrewing it as I looked over at some guy named Wayne. He was annoying, even more so than Seth. Glancing back at Seth as I took a drink of my water I had to wipe some from my chin after smiling at the look he gave me. He was clearly over him tonight too. "I promise tomorrow I'll take you out somewhere good to eat." I made a face at him, "you better." He smiled leaning over to whisper in my ear, "or we can stay in all night and..."