A Promise Novels & Stories

It wasn’t a kiss, but a promise; a promise that we would spend a thousand more lifetimes together, and a thousand more, until the end of time and even further. The end.

" He had promised. "I will wait for you, Tann. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you." I had vowed.🔛🔛🔛 That was the promise we made each other. A promise we broke. A promise that wasn't kept at last, from our ends. A promise that passed with time. A promise I would have done everything to live through. A promise I wanted so damn much for it to come to pass. Five years has passed already.

Payton's always been the person to promise one thing and either not do it or manipulate it and find that stupid loophole everyone hates. "Really, how can you promise that? Look at the position she's in now." Liam pointed at me. Payton removed the knife from my chin and turned toward Liam again. "Because I'll do it for her. I'm making her a promise and I intend to keep it." Payton snapped. "Psst yeah right. You're lying, and we all know it, so don't even pretend to make a promise you don't intend to keep." Liam snapped back.

Not as a burden. As an invitation. And somewhere beyond memory, beyond the dream, beyond all the cycles that had once defined reality— a promise lingered. Not written in a book. Not protected by Pillars. Not guarded by ancient systems. A simple promise carried by ordinary people every day. The promise that no matter how difficult today became— someone, somewhere, would choose tomorrow. And as Ama walked toward the city, toward her friends, toward another ordinary evening— she felt something she hadn't felt in countless lifetimes.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

and calmly asked her. '' Are you a virgin?'' Ondo said, '' I am not sure,'' Zara said, '' It okay if you are; your first time may not be enjoyable. But if you are patient with me. I promise you would like it, Ondo said,

I smiled back, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I won't. I promise." A promise was something of large significance to me. A promise wasn't just a string of words that determine whether something may or may not happen. A promise was fragile and sacred, like an ancient building that no one could bring themselves to destroy. A promise, for me, meant more than a thousand words. Kye knew this, nodding and running his hand up my jawline. "See you soon…" He said slowly before pulling his bag up onto his shoulders and turning to leave me, standing alone in front of the ca

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

“I know what you’re going through is hard, but I want to be with you in every step, Baby. I love you with all my egoistic heart.’’ He pulled something from his jeans pocket and handed it to me. It was a velvet box, and he opened it in my hands. A ring with a rose gold band sat proudly on the box’s cushion. Small diamonds flushed around the band, sparkling under the light while Jake took it out of its confines. Placing the box down, Jake grabbed my hand and looked deep into my eyes. “I’m not asking you to marry me now, Bee, but I want to, someday. This is my promise to you.” He slid the ring on my right ring finger. “I will always love you, be there for you and make you happy in every way I c

When I was standing right in front of him, I leaned down, bringing my face close to his. “Promised?” I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Let me tell you something about promises.” I straightened up, false promises made by men ringing in my head and my eyes never leaving his. “A promise is a tool. A weapon. Something to give hope to the hopeless and manipulate the desperate. It’s the leash that keeps dogs like you from biting until the master decides it’s time to put you down.”