Vows For Him Novels & Stories

“I understand.” A beat passed. Then he turned to face me fully, taking my hands in his. “Rosy, I meant what I said earlier. I want to marry you.” My breath hitched. “I want to introduce you to my mother. Not next year. Not someday. Soon. I don’t care what anyone says. You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t broken. That proved to me that I was not impotent like I wasn’t just chasing pleasure but actually seeing someone. Feeling something real.”

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.

The sound he makes when he inhales is low and rough enough to make my entire body lock up. Heat explodes low in my stomach. "You smell terrified all the time," he murmurs against my skin. I swallow hard, shifting as a small squeak escapes my throat. "Stop doing that." "Doing what?" "Acting like..." He pulls back just enough to look at me. "Like you want belong to me." "I don’t belong to anybody," I say quickly. "That’s where you’re wrong, Bunny." Something dangerous settles across his expression. Outside, the injured man groans somewhere on the pavement. Neither of us even glances toward the sound, his focus stays entirely on me.

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.

I can not be protected without it. He must have seen it on my face because then his concern first deepend, and then… his face became hard. His palm came to rest on my mating bond, and he said gently, “I give you a vow.” I remained quiet. Shivering. His mouth fell close to my ears as he whispered, “A life bound vow. No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you with my life, Misha. I swear to protect you with my life and stop any danger that would come your way. This vow shall not break until I die or if I break this promise, I shall die.”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

After we exchanged dos and rings, Victor asked, do you have vows, Knight? “Yes.” He held my hands. “I’d never wanted to find my mate because that’s ridiculous. I mean, how am I going to give my time to someone when I barely have time for myself? The moment I saw you on the balcony, I thought, shit— this is not happening. She’s not the one, but it was the first time I felt my heart beat so hard I could hardly breathe, and I know for sure without you in my life, I am nothing, and it’s not living. And as I stand here today before our pack, our families, and friends, I vow to be the man to serve you, worship you, and love you till my last breath.” Our guests just gushed, and I thought I heard Sh

"With this hand, I will multiply your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your lethal wine. Her heart thudded, How strange and scary, Did he just say the wrong vow? And are the people here deaf not to hear the wicked vows? "With this candle, I will dim your way in the light" He added as he impassively blew off the candle flame, It was the opposite vow. How could a groom vow to dim his bride's way to light and the whole assemblage silent like it's the most normal thing on earth? "With this ring, I bind you to eternal doom" he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently.

“I want to build something too. A future that’s not weighed down by pain.” He nodded. “Then let’s make a vow.” “A vow?” He turned to face me, eyes steady. “Right here. Right now. That we won’t let the past control our lives anymore. That we’ll forgive ourselves and each other. That we’ll move forward, not looking back.” My throat tightened. “Okay. I vow.” “To peace,” he said. “To peace,” I echoed. “To love.” “To love.” We sealed it with a kiss—soft, slow, and full of promises.

I lost the illusion that I could control the terms of my own suffering. And from that moment forward, my vow became real. Not to him. But to myself. I would never let this be my ending.