Vows Of Love Novels & Stories

Built on blood and flames. She wrote: I. Loyalty to power, not name. II. The crown passes through fire, not blood. III. Silence is no longer sacred. Only purpose. IV. Betrayal will not be forgiven. Nor remembered. Only buried. V. No man rules without my shadow beside him. When the ink dried, she lit the corner of an old De Rossi oath scroll and used it to scorch the first page. The ash crumbled like history. A new world was here.

she asked slowly, "in terms of daily conduct." "Public displays of affection when convenient. A shared residence for the duration of the marriage. No involvement with other parties that would imply an ongoing relationship. Otherwise your time is your own." "Shared residence." "Of necessity. As I expect one out of two of us will still be required to appear, from time to time, in a manner agreeable to both of us." Ivie processed this. "And if I say no." "Then we are done here. The offer lapses when this conversation is concluded. Your fourteen days are not extended."

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

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.

"Shawn, I'm sorry. I didn't want this either. But Sienna and I are really in love. Our souls just resonate. "She doesn't love you. She's just used to your care. Please, let us be together. The baby needs a father." Tears streamed down my face, blurring the words on the screen. What about my youth? Did my five years of misplaced devotion deserve no end? I took a deep breath, wiped my tears away, and my gaze hardened. Sienna even used my supplementary card to buy condoms. She used my money to connect her soul with someone else's and created this bastard to make me sick.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

Alessia hesitated for a moment. She looked deep into Nikolai’s eyes, revealing the truth he had earned. “You once promised you’d burn for me,” she whispered. “And I will,” he vowed. She caressed his lips with her thumb—an intimate coronation. “No,” she breathed. “We burn together.” He kissed her hand—an unspoken vow sealed in silence. Then Alessia stepped to the edge of the rooftop, facing the world. Cameras zoomed in, the chanting softening as they waited for the voice that now commanded nations and syndicates.

"Damon, I offer you my name, so that you may use it as your own. I offer you my hand, so that I might guide you when you lose your way. I offer you my future, so that we may build a life for us and our children. I offer you my heart, so that you may always be sure of my love for you. I vow to stand by your side, every day of our existence. I vow to love you fiercely, with everything that I have. I vow to honor you and to take your side, always. I vow to cherish all that we share together.

We both had come so far, and now we stood together, ready to begin the rest of our lives. The ceremony was a blur, the vows spoken from both our lips were meaningful, heartfelt. As the priest declared us husband and wife, I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Luca’s lips twitched upward too, just enough for me to see the happiness, the pride in his eyes. And when he kissed me, it was everything. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the culmination of years of pain, struggle, and love. It was a promise, a vow to always stand by each other. To never give up. To fight for what we had.