Vows From The Vow Novels & Stories

I made a vow. Vows are more that promises. They have greater potency that the words of mere promises. I vowed never to turn a human or to feed from a human the day I made that dreadful mistake. What mistake? I killed the man I loved. I fed from him and drained every pint of blood he had in him. So I made my vow. I, Kayla, will never feed. I'll die from thirst and hunger before I ever feed. And because I was turned to a vampire against my will, I will never turn a human to the monster I have now become.

Rhiannon said. Rhiannon insisted she wasn't sleeping around and that I was the only one she had been with. She explained that the child was conceived through in vitro fertilization, so it had been done without any physical contact. She swore she hadn't betrayed me or our relationship. I wanted to laugh out loud at the incredulity of it all. "You said before that you were traumatized because your mom nearly died giving birth to you. Then, you told me that you would never have a child in this lifetime. But when it's for Lionel, you're suddenly unafraid."

“2. I promise to be there for you in sickness, health, good times or bad.” “3. The third vow is for prosperity.” “4. I pledge to take care of our children and educate them. I will remain loyal to you for the rest of my life.” I could feel my heart thumping against my chest with each word I spoke, and I also knew what my words did to him. His hands tightened imperceptibly around my waist with each vow I recited. I didn’t know what made it real, his feverish look of desire or my heated desire to make him mine.

The Bishop looked towards the couple and speaks up, "Do, you Demon Knight, Take, Elena Marshall, To be your wife, To have and to hold, From this way forward, For better, for worser, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, Till death, do yo part" Demon looked at Elena with pure hate and disgust. He never thoughts in his worst dream too that one will he will marry this money-minded middle class bitch. He looked at his so-called bride then speaks up," I do" And smiled evilly at her..

He smiled wholeheartedly and started speaking his vow. “Verosha, I take you as my best friend, my wife, and everything you could think of. I promise to be with you during the bright springs and stormy winters. I love you and forever will. I vow that this love will only continue to grow throughout the days or nights we’ll spend together whether in long distance or being side by side.” Then Lium finally expressed his promising vow that the priest smiled at. “Verosha, your vow.” The priest turned to Verosha when Lium finished his vow.

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.

she replied with a giggle. “There’s alot of things I’m going to do with that dress tonight just so you know,” I whispered. “Drew, you understand we’re at the altar,” she whispered back. “Oops, my bad,” I said. We both laughed. The vows began. My voice was steady when the priest asked me if I took Kirah to be my wife, to love and cherish her, to give her my name. “I do,” I said without hesitation. The priest turned to her.

I'd rather have you here with clear boundaries than continue as we have been, with you constantly questioning whether refusal is safe. Sienna felt tears threatening again, but these were different. Not devastation, but something closer to relief mixed with disbelief. "You're really promising this? Not as manipulation, not as temporary concession but as permanent change?" "I'm vowing it," Luca clarified. "In my world, vows matter. They're not casual promises but binding commitments. I'm vowing not to touch you without consent, and I'll honor that vow regardless of desire, regardless of opportunity, regardless of how much I want to break it."

Zara’s gaze flickered toward the crowd. Her mother. Eyes glassy. Emilia. Frozen still. Chantel and Kemi. Watching her with silent strength. And Regan… just beside her. She could feel the heat of him. The conflict in him. The uncertainty. The priest’s voice faded into the background. Do I really belong here? The moment drew nearer. The vows loomed like a wall she couldn’t climb over. The priest turned to Regan. “Do you, Regan Kareem, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife…”

“Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.” Victor made a weak gurgle, his hand twitching on the table. I reached for him again. “Victor, just hold on for a bit. Please.” The waitress pulled a gun from under her apron, pointing it straight at my chest. “Now you get to join him. No more questions. No more digging. The Swan sends her regards, DeLorenzo.” I slowly reached for my gun, she noticed. “Wait, don’t...” She fired without another word.