Vows Of Love Novels & Stories

His hazel eyes gazed into Emily's with deep love as he spoke, "Emily, I love you with all my heart and soul. I am grateful to have met you and vow to always be faithful to you. I promise to protect and cherish you, in joy and sorrow, in health and sickness, until death do us part. I promise to be a good and responsible husband, who will make you happy and fulfill your needs. I vow to be your friend, confidant, and life partner, who will stand by and support you in all things. I promise to honor and uphold our marriage, which is sanctified by God. Emily, I love you, and I want you to be my wife." After reciting his vows, Arion slipped the wedding ring onto Emily's finger and kissed her hand g

"Not until Friday night." "Then let Friday come," Adrian said, bridging the final inch of space to press his lips against Theodore's in a hard, demanding kiss that tasted of absolute defiance and mutual ruin. The air between them caught fire, the terrifying reality of the trap they were walking into only serving to fuel the dangerous, magnetic pull drawing them deeper together. There was no turning back now, no middle ground left to salvage. They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance.

Davina’s voice trembled, yet carried strength: “Dami… I never thought we’d stand here. You broke me once, but you healed me a thousand times over. You gave me strength when I had none, love when I doubted it, and a family that became my world. I vow to never let fear steal our joy again. I vow to love you, even when life tests us, even when the world doubts us. You are my home.” Damon’s voice was deep, steady, yet thick with emotion: “Lii… I swore I’d win you back, even if it took years. And here we are after five, then 12 years. I vow to protect you, to cherish you, to never let you feel alone again. I vow to be the father our children deserve, the man you deserve, and the partner who will

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

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

Then he kissed the marks on her neck once more, like he was claiming them. This midnight encounter in the vineyard rows had awakened something in both of them. Something neither could ignore anymore. They stayed pressed together under the moonlight, bodies joined, the trellis supporting them as the reality of what they had done settled in.

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

“You’ll have to be specific. I put a lot in writing.” “Don’t be cute, Damon.” I flip the page and jab a finger at it. “ ‘Physical authenticity of the marital relationship’—that’s specific enough, isn’t it? You wrote sex into a contract.” He gives a small shrug, as though I’m the one being dramatic. “I call it clarity.” “Clarity?” I bark a laugh. “You call this clarity? You turned intimacy into a line item.” He straightens slightly, eyes cool, voice smooth as glass. “A marriage without intimacy isn’t believable, Ava. You said you wanted to do this properly—for Leo. Proper means convincing.”

That snapped something in him. Only then did he understand: those rejected divorce papers? That had been my version of mercy. Panic flashed. He dropped to his knees and grabbed my leg. "If you won't forgive me, I'll follow you forever. I'll keep begging until you do." I kicked him off. "You seriously wanna shred whatever we had left?" He crawled closer, all tears and drama. "Aurora, I love you. I can't live without you. If I leave you, it's only 'cause I'm dead. Even if my family crashes and burns, my soul's still yours."

“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.