Vows And Other Promises Dramione Novels & Stories

they both said. "Umm...Kunal, i won't say those cliche dialogues that keep my sister happy and all, because i know you will. But i will tell you one thing that i promised someone to not let her shed a tear and i expect that you will fulfil my given promise." I said what i wanted to. Amaya looked me with a happy yet sad face knowing fully whom i am referring. "Yes bhabhi, i promise you i will never let you or Avi bhaiya down at any point of time" he said with an understanding look.

However, the gloomy look on Jared’s face didn’t escape her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, nervous. She thought that he still didn’t believe her. “I swear! I promise, okay? Will you not believe me?” She exclaimed and raised her palm. “I swear to God!” “That’s enough!” Jared’s deep baritone rang in the living room. His chest rose repeatedly. Then, he looked at her straight in the eye and stood up. “How long will you hang out in front of me in this outfit?”

Then she dropped the wine glass on the table and turned to me. "I promise to stand by your side through every joy and challenge, to support you, cherish you, and love you unconditionally. With every beat of my heart, I vow to be your partner, your confidante, and your best friend. I choose you today, tomorrow, and for all the days of our lives. I love you, Damon." She said and I swear, I could start crying. I was getting too emotional. I caressed her face and her hair after she said the vow.

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.

Damon slips his hands into his pockets, eyes fixed on me with that unnerving focus that always makes me feel stripped bare. “So,” he says finally. “Have you thought about my offer?” The question hangs between us, heavy and dangerous. I take a slow breath, forcing myself to look at him. “You mean your marriage proposal disguised as a business transaction?” His lips twitch. “Call it what you want.” “I have thought about it,” I admit quietly. Something flashes in his eyes—anticipation, pride, maybe both. “And?” I meet his gaze steadily, refusing to let him see the tremor in my hands. “I’ll do it.”

About the company she built. About my father’s exhausted voice earlier. About the humiliation on the news. Slowly, I shut my eyes. Then I drank everything in one gulp. Arden’s gaze sharpened instantly. Her hands are trembling. For the first time that night, something uncomfortable stirred in my chest. I lowered the empty glass and stared directly at Brianna. “You promised already,” I said firmly, my throat already beginning to itch. “Don’t break your word.” Then I immediately turned away. I rushed back toward Amelia, grabbing my bag hurriedly.

The ceremony moved on, dragging me with it like a prisoner in chains. “Do you, Zane Blackwood,” the priest intoned, “take Sera Voss to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?” The words echoed off the vaulted ceilings. My lungs burned. I waited for him to say no and to look at me, just once, and choose the truth of what lay between us.

Once she signed this, there was no going back. Her father and Woo Jin would know she's married to her father's sworn enemy but not only them, the entire country would know, and she would officially belong to Adrian Moretti. "Sign it," Adrian said again, his voice low and impatient. Carolina stared at the pen for a long moment. Then she let out a shaky breath. "Here goes nothing" She muttered and signed her name. The sound of the pen scratching against the paper felt louder than it should have, like she had just signed away her entire life.

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.

He promised, before running out like he had been chased by an invisible force. The people’s thought, were they entirely wrong? Minutes turned into hours, and hours into days. And just like how everything passed, it was my wedding ceremony. “Do you, Alpha Damon, promise to take Annie Rivers as your wife, to love her and to cherish her regardless of the storms that you may face, and promise to rule alongside her as your queen making decisions for the betterment of the people?” “Yes, I do.” And at my response, I did not fail to see how Annie’s lips broke into a wide smile.