Vows For Him Novels & Stories

A low chuckle escaped his lips before his expression darkened and his face turned serious. "Let’s discuss the important part." He paused and studied my face for a moment, making me even more nervous than I already was. "This will be a contract marriage. After one year, we’ll get divorced." It took me a few seconds to process his words. I stared at him in shock. "What?" "I need a wife to secure my position within the family business. In return, your reputation remains safe. It’s beneficial for both of us." A contract marriage? Out of every possible scenario I had imagined, this had never crossed my mind.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

"Then when?" "Rhoswen." He crosses to me, takes the document gently but firmly from my hands, folding it away before I can read it again, before I can memorize the exact shape of my father's signature on a piece of paper that shouldn't exist. "I need you to trust me. Just a little longer. Everything I've done, I've done to protect what your father built. What he wanted for you." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give you right now." His eyes hold mine, warm and steady and, for the first time in my life, completely unreadable. "Go home. Sleep. We'll talk properly after the wedding. I promise you that."

I asked him because the term promise has come up quite some times in the past as well. Are vows really that important? “They mean a lot to me.” He answered as he lifted his head up from my shoulder, “Because all my life, all the important people have broken them very badly.” He moved his face closer to me til our foreheads met and I felt that his skin was a lot cooler than mine, “I will not tolerate that anymore.” He backed away a little, “And so, now it’s either you fulfill your vows or I’ll make you.” I felt my headache increase a little more.

he began, his voice low and solemn, “I vow to protect you, through war or peace. To honor you, even when it’s hard. To never let the weight of my title stand between what I feel and what you deserve.” My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected that. “I vow,” he continued, “to never let another soul touch what is mine. And I vow to love you—wholly and wildly—even when I’m undeserving.” The room was still, save for the faint flicker of lanterns. The elder nodded at me. “Your turn, Luna-to-be."

Chase leaned back, creating a small distance between them. He closed his eyes as he said without looking at her, "This KING is promised to you that I, CHASE DANIEL MILLER, could never lay a finger on you without your consent. This is my Vow and I'm certain that you know two scary vows are for us, for The Millers. The rulers of VitraVand Kingdom. That's why we rarely make vows because we don't break vows. We can't break vows and now, You can't break our engagement" His last words sounded very threatening to her as Nishma was speechless and it was true that she saw his other demonic side for the first time in her 19 years of life.

They were plain, their meaning indicated only by their weight and by their immaculate, harsh circle. "I do not believe in the God you were raised with, Davidson," he announced, moving to stand before him. "I believe in energy. In strength. In the material. But I believe that a vow between two human beings has power of its own. A weight. It grips tighter than a signature." He stretched out one of the bands. "I want to make that promise to you. Here. Now. To nobody else as a witness. Not because we have to. Because we're choosing to."

He takes a deep breath before locking eyes with me, his gaze intense and incredibly tender. “Reyna,” he begins, “I vow to be your anchor and your sail—your strength in times of trouble, and your joy in times of happiness. I’ll stand by your side when the world feels too big, and I’ll stand behind you when you’re ready to conquer it. And through it all, I will love you with an intensity that rivals the fiercest storms and the quietest moonlit nights. This is my solemn vow to you, bound by the Moon Goddess herself.” Each vow leaves an indelible imprint on my heart, filling me with a sense of completion I didn’t know I needed. As they each step back into their places, the priestess raises her a

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.

He understood what the vows were for in June. They were for saying, in front of forty people and specifically to Elijah, the thing that was true. The complete thing, the thing that had no gaps in it, the thing that didn't require qualification or professional register or the careful architecture he sometimes built around the true things to make them easier to say. The vows were not a memo. They were not brief. They were not a document to be analysed and revised and circulated for comment. They were words to be spoken, aloud, in front of witnesses, to the person who mattered most. He sat at his desk on a Saturday morning in September.