Novel & Cerita Where Vows Are Exchanged

His voice was gentler . “Marriage doesn’t have to be about love. Sometimes it’s about partnership. About knowing someone’s in your corner. About quiet strength.” He paused. Then said, “There’s a proposal. From Winslow Industries. It’s not just about business, though of course it’s a strong alliance. But the girl… she’s different. She’s smart. A doctor. Kind, steady, level-headed. You might actually like her, she is a perfect match for you my dear"

I would find a time to see them one of these days, it wouldn't be fair for them to be in the dark about their father when he was very much alive. "It's time," Vera muttered beside me. I turned to her. "Time? Time for what?" "For the priest's arrival and the oath and blood exchange." "Blood exchange? Where does that come from?" I had to ask because there was nothing like blood exchange in a normal werewolf's marriage. Blood exchange was for witches, and it was used to lock the soul together so that neither of the couple would be able to cheat on each other. It was either the cheater became sick or died.

That day, Paolo shuffled off, glancing back every couple steps. The night outside swallowed him, shadows sticking like regret. Marco didn't even blink at him—just walked right past, straight into the light, grinning as he pulled me in. "Honey, let's have a wedding. Let everyone know we're done with goodbyes." He was glowing. I couldn't help but smile and nod. "Sure. Whatever you want." We started tossing out ideas, already picturing it.

she replied with a giggle. “There’s alot of things I’m going to do with that dress tonight just so you know,” I whispered. “Drew, you understand we’re at the altar,” she whispered back. “Oops, my bad,” I said. We both laughed. The vows began. My voice was steady when the priest asked me if I took Kirah to be my wife, to love and cherish her, to give her my name. “I do,” I said without hesitation. The priest turned to her.

___ Tife's point of view (POV) After the multiple prayers, preaching, reading of hymns and reading verses from the bible. It was finally time to exchange vows and rings. With joy and glee in my heart, I exchanged the words that I had carefully memorized for months and let them roll off my tongue as practised. "Does anyone have any reason why this couple shouldn't be joined together, they had better speak now or forever hold their peace." The priest announced and everywhere became silent. I can feel blood pumping into every part of my body as I prayed the one minute expired immediately.

‘I, Everly Clark, take you, Giovanni Ruso, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward; for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part; according to God’s holy law. In the presence of God, I make this vow.’ When the vows are done, Sofia hands the rings to the pastor who gives one to Giovanni and the other one to me. We exchange the rings with vows to be with each other.

“Congratulations, you’re officially a Romano.” His words brought a wave of apprehension down my spine. “Thank you.” “About earlier, we didn’t mean to scare you, dear. Well, I didn’t. I can’t speak for others. However, I’m afraid that kind of talk was necessary before we proceed with anything from this union. You understand that right?” I guessed it was normal for them to tell the newly inducted wife that they'd have her head if she tried to betray the families. The alcohol was still in my system and it helped me maintain my composure. “Of course, I’m aware of what is expected of me.” Not.

I begin, my words echoing through the garden. I motion for Xei to join us at the center of the gathering, a hushed murmur of curiosity rippling through the guests. With Gin by my side, I explained our plan—a comment-bonding ceremony that would symbolize our commitment to Xei. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as Gin, Xei, and I stand in a circle, holding hands. Our vows are heartfelt and sincere, each one expressing our love, trust, and unwavering loyalty to one another. The guests are watching in awe as the ceremony unfolds, the bonds of friendship and love palpable in the air.

Heaven The sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as I stood at the altar, the soft rustle of petals beneath my feet. Chase, looking dashing in his tailored suit, stood beside me. Today marked the culmination of our journey—the day we took our vows and embraced a future together. As the ceremony unfolded, the air buzzed with excitement. The vows we exchanged echoed through the venue, a declaration of love that resonated with every guest. The solemnity of the moment mingled with the joy that radiated from our smiles.

“True love is when two people make sacrifices for each other, for the other's happiness, and for each other's happiness. Come here and say your vows to God.” The vows under God both Chan Phong and I have been memorized for a long time, since we were young, we have secretly watched weddings held in the cathedral, and the things that happened we all remember well. Looking at the boy who was only a few feet away from me, our eyes have been entwined ever since we walked up this aisle.