Romans & histoires Vows To Him

Pulling away, he remains facing up, searching the heaven with his glowing bottomless orbs. "May it be certified in heaven that I this night vow to never let any harm befall you, Tessa. I will give you my all. Everything within my power and beyond, and I will never let anything tear us apart. That is my solemn vow!" He then draws his sweet gaze to me, taking away my breath. Such a deep vow! What am I supposed to say? Hang on first, well, there shouldn't be any fucking thing to come between us or I will wreck it into pieces and feed them to the devil! This gem is now mine! Forever! Until eternity! Let this be known to the world!

she said, “your vows.” He took my hands, firm and grounding. “I never thought I would stand here again,” he said quietly. “I thought this part of my life was over. Then you came into my life and reminded me what it means to hope.” He swallowed. “You are strong when I forget how to be. Gentle when I am harsh. Brave in ways that humble me.” His voice softened. “I vow to protect you, to honor you, to stand beside you as your mate, your partner, your equal. Always.” Tears blurred my vision.

“That’s starting to sound like a vow.” I lifted a brow. “Maybe it is.” He reached for my hand, pressing it against his chest. “Then say it.” I took a deep breath, letting every emotion, every choice, settle into my bones. “I vow to stand beside you. To fight with you, not against you. No more distance. No more secrets.” His fingers curled over mine. “I vow to protect you—not by keeping you away, but by standing with you. I won’t shut you out again.”

he called me in a whisper, a low whisper and with you, like someone who is afraid to awaken others around him. I stared. "Don’t give up" he said as his fingers pressed my "can’t give up, I swear... you’ll get better." I blinked, slow and painful. Would I go? "I never break an oath" he said as he kissed his own wrist, to then attach his little finger to mine "it’s a pinky oath, I’ll never lie to you and I say soon... you’ll get better." Oath. It was an oath. A tear fell down my cheek.

I have found a man that has vowed to fulfil all my deepest desires. And I vow to fulfil his. Forever. The end.

He was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing gently over my knuckles. "Then let me give you more than hope," he said finally. "Let me tell you what I know is true, regardless of what happens with the ritual. I know that whatever happens with that mark, I am not walking away from either of you. I know that even if the worst happens, even if some part of her is bound the way Callum described, I will spend the rest of my life fighting to break that bond free, the same way I'm fighting right now to find the counter-ritual before it sets. That's not hope, Sera. That's a vow." I looked at him, at the raw sincerity carved into every line of his exhausted face, and felt something in my chest st

It pops and fizzles, then goes down again. "I swear my life to you, my mate. Our souls are one. You are privy to my feelings and senses, the keeper of my secrets. I pledge you my protection, my honor, and my companionship. My loyalty shall be yours. My strength shall quell your weakness, my courage shall absolve your fear. This is my pledge to you," he vows looking deep into my eyes, right into my very soul. I feel my breath caught and my heartbeat picks up. I have to swallow a lump in my throat before I can repeat the vow to him. I repeat the whole vow without taking my eyes off him.

We promised to keep the inn’s doors open for anyone who needed it, and to keep being as loud as needed when people tried to strip kindness into commodities. When we got home the light had softened in the way that makes rooms feel like things you can fold. Marcus paused at the entrance to the nursery and looked at the little crib with something like reverence. “I’ve been thinking about vows,” he said. “Not the public ones—private ones. The ones I keep failing at and the ones I want to get good at.” “You owe me a vow about pancake distribution,” I said, because binding agreements are the only kind I can handle without dramatic paperwork.

Then he presses something into it and closes it. “Tuck it away somewhere,” he utters, his heterochromia eyes sinking deep into my violet ones. “Look at it when I’m not close to you. But know that it’s a token of my love and vow. As I know it’s hard for you to find it in your heart to trust my words, I hope you can trust this piece in your hand to know that my love for you supersedes all creation. And I’ll never ever betray you again. Never. That is my vow. And this token is your whole right to hold my words against me if I ever go back on them—which I don’t believe I will.” His eyes and gaze indeed look sincere. And as I watch him blink softly, I feel as if I’m falling into a trance; a tranc

“We still have the one thing he can’t buy or destroy.” “And what’s that?” He leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “Us.” Silence hung between them. Then she breathed out a trembling laugh. “You sound insane.” “Maybe I am,” he said, smiling faintly. “But maybe that’s what it takes to finally end this.” She stared up at him. “So what do we do?” He took a deep breath. “First, we make a vow. Right here. Right now.” Her voice softened. “What kind of vow?”