Vows Of Love Novels & Stories

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.

The kind you only feel for someone you actually love. I understood, in that moment, looking at her, that whatever Renata Cassano was guilty of, whatever she’d built and buried and protected with a phone call twenty minutes ago, she had not been lying about one thing. She loved him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t villainy performed for its own sake. It was fear, curdled into something monstrous by nineteen years of practice, and she had just watched the one person she’d spent her whole life protecting nearly die because of the exact silence she’d kept.

He took a breath, slow and deep, and I saw him steady himself, saw him gather his courage, saw him let go of the last of his walls. "I vow to stand beside you. Not in front. Not behind. Beside. Not as your protector, not as your guardian, not as your keeper. As your partner. As your equal. As your mate. As your family. As your home. As your heart. I vow to protect you, but not to cage you. I vow to hold you when you fall, to carry you when you cannot walk, to fight for you when you cannot lift your blade. I vow to love you, even when you cannot remember why. I vow to love you when the memories are gone and all that is left is the feeling. I vow to be your home, your heart, your mate. For as

He said. “OMG, Chris is here!!!” Maria said while jumping up and down. Valeriana laughed, “Do you like him that much?” She asked. “More than my life! He’s the love of my life!!!” Maria said while touching the left side of her chest. Valeriana giggled. Valeriana

His smile was dazzling each time I saw it. I pushed back the lump in my throat to recite the vows I had practiced day and night since I had fallen for him. "Let my vow to you be this: I will never stray from you, my love will only grow. I will protect you from harm, love you for eternity. Let my voice guide you should you be lost and my wings carry you and keep you warm. With this vow, I give my heart, body and soul to you." It was his turn to push back tears as his smile grew.

Damian said immediately, his eyes lighting up with hope. “Promise me you will never treat me like I am less than you,” I said, looking him straight in the eye. “Promise me you will never make me feel like I owe you anything, or that I am just a burden to carry. Promise me that you will always be honest with me, and if you ever decide you don’t want me around anymore… you will tell me straight to my face, not lie to me or cheat on me.” Damian smiled, a warm, genuine smile that reached his eyes and made my heart race faster. He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to my knuckles, a gesture so respectful and sweet that it made my breath catch.

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

My fists hit his shoulder again and again as everything I had buried exploded. “I endured you!” I screamed. “For two years! I tolerated everything!” I hit him again. “You stopped touching me! You stopped looking at me! And still, I never looked at another man!” Tears streamed down my face. “I was loyal to you!” I cried. “You promised to love me! To protect me after our vows ! But you mistreated me. You broke me every day!” The woman scoffed. “He never loved you. It was me. It’s always been me.”

Connor returned to the villa. Camille walked up to him with a smile–but froze when she saw the coldness in his eyes. "Connor, what's wrong? Did Sienna upset you again? "You're already divorced. Don't be angry with her anymore. Connor… when are we setting our wedding date? I couldn't sleep last night just thinking about finally becoming your wife." Connor's voice was cold. "Didn't you say you didn't care about a title? That as long as you were with me, it was enough?"

It’s automatic now, a survival trick long since learned to leave myself behind before anybody else can destroy what’s left. My body keeps moving but my mind pulls somewhere high and far away, floating uselessly near the ceiling while he talks at me with one hand still locked around my wrist. I can’t even understand his words anymore. The room is thick and muffled. I stare at the ugly floral bedspread while he laughs under his breath and tells me to relax. My mother used to say some men could smell weakness the same way wolves smell blood. Then she married one. Then she died. I stopped believing anybody was coming to save me after that.