Vows For Him Novels & Stories

The way he said my name here made my skin prickle. “I vow,” he went on, “to stand between her and anyone who would write her as property. I vow not to hide her, erase her, or use her as a shield for my pride. I vow to treat her choices as law over my instincts, and her body as hers even when my wolf wants to forget that.” My throat went tight. He didn’t look away. “If I break these vows,” he said, “may Nightmoor’s strength leave my bones. May my wolf find no peace. May I stand alone before the Tribunal I bargained with instead of the woman I betrayed.”

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."

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

When they did, his breath caught visibly, and something inside his expression broke open it was not fear, not blank but in awe. This was not the man who once tried to protect love by holding it too tightly. This was the man who had learned how to stand beside me. When my father placed my hand into Adrian’s, he leaned close and whispered, “Take care of her.” “I will,” Adrian replied without hesitation. “Always.” The officiant spoke, but the words floated around me like background music. All I felt was Adrian’s thumb moving gently against my skin, grounding me in the present. When it was time for our vows, I spoke first.

“No more games. No more secret meetings. You’ll go nowhere without my men. You’ll speak to no one I don’t approve.” “I’m not your prisoner.” “You are now.” Her lips parted like she wanted to scream. To strike. To fight. But Dante could feel the breaking point. It was close. So close. And it exhilarated him. “You’re angry,” he said quietly. “Good. Let it burn. Because when the wedding comes, you won’t walk down the aisle as a bride.” He turned her face to his, inches apart. “You’ll be dragged there… as my possession.” Then he walked away, leaving her breathless, broken, and shaking beneath the weight of his vow.

He pulled out an engagement ring and waved it in front of Emilia declaring with dominance: "Emilia, I'm taking you as my wife. I want to be with you in life and death for the rest of my life."

From the corner of my eyes, my father watched me nervously, his smile faltering at the fear of what I might be thinking. I never imagined faking an answer to a question like this. To spend a lifetime built on false vows and promises. This is not something I wanted for myself or my children. “I do,” The words tasted bitter as they rolled out of my tongue. Instinctively, I slipped the ring onto his finger without being prompted. The priest took another ring and handed it to the man. I gently removed my glove, revealing my sweaty tender fingers. I sucked in my breath as he reached for my hand, fighting the urge to pull back. After that ring slips in, I will be bound to this man.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

He wanted to hold her and promise her everything. He wanted to tell her that he would stop. That he would let the vow die. But the vow was not just a promise. It was a fire. And fires didn’t go out simply because you wanted them to. They consumed. They spread. They left ash behind. Lucian stepped back. The distance returned. He hated himself for it. Arielle’s expression broke just a little enough to show the pain beneath her strength. “Don’t,” she said again. “Don’t leave.”

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.