A Promise Novels & Stories

The clouds parted overhead, revealing a few scattered stars. One shone particularly bright. Chase looked at it, lost in thought. "Ever read The Princess and the Frog?" My mind was blank. "What?" "There was this firefly crazy about a star," he explained. "And he named it Evangeline." I nodded dumbly. "Yeah, and then?" Along the shore, the waves had frozen in place, forming undulating layers of white. New surges shoved fresh snow forward in a rhythmic dance. "Nora," he murmured.

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

The sound of rain swallowed her words, carrying them into the night — a quiet promise, and a warning. The dawn would come again. And this time, it wouldn’t break her. It would break them.

I said, my voice cracking into a whisper. A low him was all I could hear from Anna, and her silence said a lot. She didn't know what else to say. I gently wiped my tears, “But don't worry, he's not worth my time like you said. I'd try to get over him and I'd be strong.” “Promise?” Anna asked, her voice ringing with hope. I exhaled deeply, “Yes, I promise.” “That's my girl! I love you. Now make sure to wipe those tears, and start looking like the queen that you are!” She cheered on and I could only smile, it still hurts me deeply.

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

I’m in absolute tears as I whisper with my throat clogged with emotions, “You promise?” Roman’s eyes shines as he replies, “I promise”

"A private promise. Something said between us, in the presence of the people who have been part of what we have built. Something that names what this has been and what we intend for what comes after." Ernest received this. He held the full weight of it. Don James, who had built himself for independence, who had maintained the last wall for years and had chosen to take it down, was proposing a promise. Not a contract. Not a legal instrument. A promise — the human kind, the personal kind, the kind that required nothing but the will of the people making it. "Grace," Ernest said. "She should be there." "Yes," Don said. "And Patricia

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi