Vows To Him Novels & Stories

She did not know whether he had taken this vow right or wrong by considering everyone as a witness, but her heart screamed that he did not lie. "Today I say, "I do" but to me, that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. I dedicate myself to your happiness, success, and smile. When I am with you, everything else fades to the background. You flood my senses with warmth. You are my life, my greatest gift. You're everything that I ever dreamed of and everything I will ever need. Today, I vow to be here with you and for you, forever and always."

He vowed with determination. Well, papa, I won’t stop you either...

He vowed as his head bent towards her. *******THE END*****************************************************

“Don’t ‘Luna’ me. You can’t just-just say yes to dying for me like it’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing,” he said, quiet. “Then don’t pretend it is,” I snapped, the panic in my chest burning like shame. “Don’t make it sound easy.” His voice didn’t rise. “It isn’t.” “Then why are you-” “Because I already made this vow,” he said, and suddenly the room was too still. He looked at me like the truth was a blade he’d carry for both of us. “I made it the night they tied pups in the ravine. I made it the first time I saw you shaking and told you to breathe with me. I made it every time I put my body between you and a knife.” He lifted a shoulder, a small, raw shrug. “Saying it out loud at the Blood Moon

He glanced up at Alexander and looked at him in astonishment. Carl: Is it what I think it is? Alexander: Yes, a vow from me. I promised never to betray you, never to betray our friendship, and you will carry my vow, my friend. Carl: It's an honor, my brother. I will gladly wear it to our events. Thank you, thank you very much.

When she continued to meet his icy gaze with her own defiant one, he finally let out a defeated sigh. "Fine." "Fine?" Stunned, she watched him. She had expected a war of wills, not a sudden surrender. "Yes. I will pull the scouts off your trail. Are you satisfied?" His expression was a blank mask, unreadable. "Swear it on the Moon." He nodded solemnly. "I swear I will not send my men to follow you." He had given his word. That meant the deal was struck; Roman Vale never broke a formal vow to her. A small, victorious smile touched her lips.

“Help? He was a loose end, just like you.” I glanced at the door, then back at her. “You don’t have to do this. Whatever they’re paying you, my father can double it. Just let me get him out of here. He still might make it if we move fast.” “Double it?” She stepped closer, voice dripping with mock pity. “Money doesn’t buy loyalty to the Swan. Your father couldn’t save your mother, and he sure as hell can’t save you. That alliance with the Volkov’s? It’s going to get you both buried. But don’t worry. I’ll make sure the message gets sent loud and clear with you dead.”

“From this moment on, I swear, I will spend the rest of my life making sure you’re surrounded by nothing but truth. By vows.” My throat tightened. “I should have protected you from him,” he continued, his voice dropping, heavy with guilt. “I should have seen it and stopped it but I didn’t.” A tear slipped down his face, slow and unhidden. “I swear to God, Lila… I will never leave you again.” His voice broke slightly, but he didn’t look away. “I vow to protect you. I vow to make you my entire world. I vow to keep you always and I vow to love you… even after death.”

he began, his voice low and solemn, “I vow to protect you, through war or peace. To honor you, even when it’s hard. To never let the weight of my title stand between what I feel and what you deserve.” My breath hitched. I hadn’t expected that. “I vow,” he continued, “to never let another soul touch what is mine. And I vow to love you—wholly and wildly—even when I’m undeserving.” The room was still, save for the faint flicker of lanterns. The elder nodded at me. “Your turn, Luna-to-be."

Evelynn sighed into him, her hands sliding up his chest to grip the back of his neck. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. His voice was hoarse, stripped bare. “I need you to promise me something.” Her lashes fluttered. “What?” “That you’ll never face something like that alone. If it calls to you again…” His throat worked, words breaking rough. “You wait for me. Always.” Evelynn’s eyes stung. She pressed her palm flat against his chest, over his heartbeat. “Always,” she whispered. The vow settled between them like a brand.