Novel & Cerita Vows To Him

His thumb traces circles on the back of my hand. I want to make a vow. Not a legal contract. Not something a lawyer writes. Not something Harold Finch can file away in a drawer. Something from me. To you. To Eleanor. Something real. Something that cannot be broken. Something that will outlast me. What kind of vow?

“I love you.” “I love you too.” He pressed our foreheads together. “But if you look at me like that again, I’m going to have to break my vow, and we’ll have wild sex right here.” “Vow?” I laughed. “Yes, I vowed to myself that I would let you rest.” “I don’t remember asking to rest,” I winked at him. He smiled slyly, ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it, and pressed his mouth to mine full of desire.

They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance. When they finally broke apart, breathless and flush with adrenaline, Theodore reached over and grabbed his discarded coffee mug, raising it in a silent toast toward the dark window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. "To the Bellweather family," Theodore said, his eyes glittering with cold promise. "May their charity be exceedingly generous." Adrian picked up his own glass, clinking it against Theodore’s with a sharp, echoing ring that cut through the silence of the loft. "And may they never see us coming."

“I’m okay. I promise. I’ve been through worse.” “I know…” He said with a genuineness that made my heart ache, looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t quite describe, “And you’re so strong for everything you’ve been through, but I refuse to let anyone hurt you anymore, especially when the threat is in my home.” And just like when we danced, he got down on one knee, not to propose, but to make a vow. A prince humbling himself. “I swear to you on the Moon Goddess that I will do anything to keep you safe. If I have to burn down the Heavens themselves or face my own father, even if you don’t choose me I will be there. Not even the clutches of death will stop me.”

He let out a long, unsteady sigh, his vulnerability bare and open. “I’ll do whatever you want, Scarlett,” he promised, his voice trembling yet steady with sincerity. “Anything to make you happy.” His hand found mine, holding on so tightly, as if I was the only solid thing in his world. “I swear, I won’t put the laws, the pack, or even the Elders above you. I’ll defend you. I’ll honour you. I won’t question you. I’ll believe in you with everything I have. You’ll come first, always.” His words settled over me like a vow, a promise he was binding himself to. “You don’t have to believe me yet,” he added, a soft plea in his eyes. “Just… give me a chance to prove it.”

He bellowed, "How could you do this to Riri? You've got some woman on the side and abandoned her!" Lionel pressed the jagged edge of the broken beer bottle against my neck.

However, when he stood before me and told me to give Quinn back to Sadie, I felt a rage so intense it was almost uncontrollable. "And what about me?" I asked coldly. He seemed caught off guard by my question, opening and closing his mouth a few times before mumbling, "I'll marry you." As he spoke, his tone grew more confident. "You can divorce him, and I'll marry you. We'll live a good life together," he added. "Don't worry—I won't hold it against you for being divorced." If God had X-ray vision, He would have seen the giant question marks flooding my mind.

I looked at him expectantly. “I’d like to say my vows to my wife alone, they’re a little private.” I ignored the oohs and ahhhs in the audience, trying to hide my confusion as to why Christian would want only me to hear his vows. Something smelled fishy, and I didn’t know if I should be scared or not. Then he leaned in, close enough to my ear so that only I could hear him. "My dear Hazel, I vow to make sure you spend all the days of your life in pain. I vow to spend my days making you pay for your crimes against me. I promise to give you a life of pain, so bad that you wish for a death that will never come.”

All that mattered was the ceremony- the binding promise between us. I took a breath, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Willow, I promise to always be by you. To protect you and to care for you, and never leave your side, no matter what happens. I also promise to be yours only from this moment on, for as long as we both shall live.“ The priest’s eyes shifted to Willow’s limp form. “And you, Willow, do you accept these vows?” For a heartbeat, there was only silence. I clenched my fists as anxiety bubbled under my skin. Then, as if on cue, a faint, groggy murmur escaped Willow’s lips.

But like Roman he too cut his throat in front of me and made his vows to me. “I, Levi Hunt, Vow to you, my love, I will bleed. I will bleed before I harm you in any way ever again, both physical and emotional pain. For you, I vow to never let another day go by without you knowing how much I love you. I vow to never let you go and to track you down where ever you may hide. You are my heart, my blood, my life, my forever.”