Novel & Cerita Vows To Him

"It was my rot. I let the shadow packs lead me astray. I’ve been drifting like a lone wolf for years, too ashamed to look you in the eye. I feared the disappointment in your scent. But I’m back now, and I’ll be the son you deserved." His cheeks were raw and red from the self-inflicted blows. Ruth looked at him, her expression a mix of fury and sorrow. "How many times have you made these vows? Your word has the weight of dead leaves." "I swear by the Moon Mother herself, I’ll never betray you again. I’m done with the betting dens. If I ever touch a card again, let the river take me!" His eyes were bloodshot and wild. He slammed his head against the floorboards with a dull thud. I jumped at th

Invitations stopped. Adrian could still feel the weight of that funeral suit. He had stood at the graveside with his hands clenched so hard his nails cut his palms. He had shaken hands with men who had smiled in his father’s face while helping destroy him. He made a pact then. That day, he made himself a promise: He would never be like his father. He would never give anyone the chance to strike at his softness. He would never believe in words without proof. Even now, years later, the vow was carved into him like stone.

You will never choose her. He sounds exhausted, pained even, and broken. Doesn’t he get I’m almost there too? I want to do the best I can. I just wish I had my counterpart by my side. ‘I’ll never put the world before her. I fucking promise you, on my life, I swear it.’ He chuckles darkly. ‘You will swear upon your life? An oath you’ll break, if she asks it of you. You are a fool.’ His voice fades away, and my heart thumps in anger.

He held my gaze for a long moment, as if searching for the right entry point into a conversation he'd spent years avoiding. Finally, he exhales shakily. “I made a vow?” I tensed. “A vow?” “Yes.” His fingers tightened slightly around mine. “To Don Francesco. To myself. To you.” My pulse quickened. “Alessandro… what vow?” He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper, but strong—unshakably strong. “That I choose you,” he said. “Completely. Permanently. With no more distance, no more excuses, and no more letting others decide our lives for us.”

“I want to build something too. A future that’s not weighed down by pain.” He nodded. “Then let’s make a vow.” “A vow?” He turned to face me, eyes steady. “Right here. Right now. That we won’t let the past control our lives anymore. That we’ll forgive ourselves and each other. That we’ll move forward, not looking back.” My throat tightened. “Okay. I vow.” “To peace,” he said. “To peace,” I echoed. “To love.” “To love.” We sealed it with a kiss—soft, slow, and full of promises.

A soft murmur of approval rippled through the pack. “My second vow is one of protection,” he continued, his voice gaining a harder, fiercer edge. “I will be the shield that guards you from all harm. I will be the sword that strikes down any who wish you ill. My strength is yours, my life for yours, from this moment until my last breath.” His eyes, blazing with intensity, softened into something deeper, more intimate.

He raises his head and I slightly pull away from him to be able to properly look him in the eyes. "We made a vow, remember? We made a vow to love and cherish each other, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until we are parted by death. Whatever it is Thor, No matter how grievous what you did was, I love you and I promise I won't leave you. I will not back out of my vows to you. Not now, not ever!'' "Are you sure about this?.." He asks, his shaky voice barely a whisper and I firmly nod in assurance. I have no doubt in my mind.

He said and people were whispering to each other after that. "Ares!!" I hissed and he chuckled. "Yes people.. my wife.. I mean.. my future wife in 2 seconds is preggggggggnant!" "Ares!!" I looked at him disbelief. "Sorry." He immediately apologized. "I love you to death, Roseanne. I will love you always through all ups and downs in life, thick and thin, rich or poor.. and everything that try to get in our way.. I will always love you." He said and he turned to the priest signaling that he's done with his vow. I can't believe that he just did that. The priest turned to me to give a signal that it's my cue to say my vows now.

I can feel my legs becoming weak—just from his little gaze. He chuckles a bit as he look down at my hand. Everyone is focusing on us and I can sense myself burning up. It feels like someone just throw me into the flames or something. He looks up once more, ''I see these vows not as promises but as privileges; I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.'' Oh wow where did he get that vow? I roll my eyes mentally at my sarcasm.

* he promised, his voice unwavering. *"We’ll save them both,"* he promised, his voice unwavering. Artemis met his gaze, a silent vow passing between them. Luca had crossed a line. And now… He was going to pay.