Vows To Him Novels & Stories

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.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

However, I was still unprepared for what came next. For the first time, Dante's fingers touched my cheek as he carefully raised my veil. He moved near my ear after leaning in and kissing me coldly and meaninglessly. His murmur was poisonous. He declared, "I will break you. Forget those vows I made. I'll bring you misery. And every day of your life, I'll make sure you regret what you did.” My heart fell. I became his bride in an instant.

When the officiant nodded to him, he began his own vows. "Elena, I promise to value your brilliance and never feel threatened by it. To be a true partner who shares power instead of hoarding it. To show up for you and Lily consistently, not just when it's convenient. To be honest about my fears and vulnerabilities." His voice was strong and emotional.

“If I say yes.” He seemed to have expected that question. “It looks like we're choosing each other without anything forcing it,” he said. “It looks like building something that belongs to us, not to a system or a situation.” He paused, then added, “It looks like vows that mean something because we chose them, not because they were required.” I felt something shift inside me. “What kind of vows?” I asked quietly. He took another breath. “The kind we decide for ourselves,” he said. “Not words someone else wrote. Not promises that sound right but mean nothing in practice.”

he expressed, to which I did not deny nor correct. He added, “Those are the feelings you should embrace when we act on these fake vows, as I will do the same, and when it comes to acting on them, we will find a way not to have my mark,” he extends his hand to meet mine, and perhaps this is a perfect deal to lay his debt.

he said, “I’ll protect you with everything I am. I’ll love you in ways that make no sense. I’ll never let anyone or anything touch what’s mine and you, Madeleine, are mine.” Adriano’s mouth twitched into half a smile. “And if anyone ever makes you cry—” he glanced toward the crowd, “It better be me, and only in the good way.” My jaw dropped, someone gasped and someone else muttered “Jesus Christ.” The priest cleared his throat loudly. “That’s it,” he said. “That’s my vow. I’m yours. You’re mine. And anyone who tries to mess with that will wish they’d never been born.” He squeezed my hand once.

Fractures beneath the vows "Don't make it sound like you're doing me a favor," he stated firmly. "Besides, this marriage is of mutual benefit to both of us. So walking out of this marriage is not a good idea. " Sophia moved close to the desk, her eyes burning in rage like coals in a furnace.

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."

I curled against him again, letting his arms enclose me. “Promise me something,” I whispered, my voice barely more than breath. “Anything,” he said at once, his tone unyielding in its devotion. “No matter what war comes, no matter what enemies rise against us—you will always find your way back to me.” His hands tightened at my waist, his eyes darkening with a vow so fierce it stole my breath. “On my life,” he said. “On every star that still burns in the sky, I swear it. I will always come back to you.”