Novel & Cerita A Promise Of Fire Series

That is the promise I made to him, and I will keep that promise forever. No matter if I meet other men in the future… no one, absolutely no one, could ever compare or equal Leon. I will never forget a single promise he made to me. And deep down, I know he never once abandoned me or broke his word. It wasn’t him who broke our promises… it was me. I was the one who broke every promise I made to him. “I promised you I would never leave your side… but I couldn’t keep any of it. Please forgive me, Leon,” I whispered softly to myself, tears flowing again.

I didn’t want to argue with her in front of Justin, so I said, "I need you to come with me." "I’m not coming with you, and you can’t fire him," She said. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Day by day, she gets more stubborn. "If you don’t come with me, I swear to God I will fire him, and I will make sure he never gets hired again," I said, my voice heavy with sincerity. I won’t hesitate to do that — after all, I don’t even care about Justin. Osline hesitated, but when she saw the sad look on Justin’s face, her heart must have melted, because she finally gave in. "Fine. I’ll go with you."

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Iker nodded resignedly, but his expression remained serious. "I know, I know I assured you that you could trust them without any fear. But there's something that prevents me from fully trusting Greed," he admitted. "I feel like he's up to something with this whole contract thing, and... I know it's too late to agree that you and your child stay out of his world, but now... this. Nothing assures your safety and your child's." "He promised me protection, Iker... I couldn't ignore that opportunity." Iker ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated.

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

“What I’d like to know is why you’re here. Surely you didn’t think you could just walk in and… what? Save the day? Kill me? Please tell me you’re not that naive.” “I came with a proposal,” I said, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to attack her now, to burn her to ashes where she stood. But I couldn’t risk it. Not yet. Not with Thea here and guards all around us. My stepmother raised an eyebrow. “A proposal? How intriguing. Do tell.” I took a deep breath and lifted my chin. “Promise not to hurt me or Thea, and I will willingly provide my services as a fire elemental in the war that is to come.”

Caption: If the city breaks your heel, break the city back. Promise returned the phone, laughter spilling like metal cooling. Daniel leaned close. “Monday,” he whispered. “Noon.” She nodded. Later, at a kiosk, Promise dialed Umuaka. The line clicked, and Mama’s voice rushed through, thin but fierce. “My child?” “I’m okay,” Promise said. “There was a fire. It missed.” “Fire cannot eat a child named Promise,” Mama declared. “I feared the oath would. But see—you are stronger than both. Are you praying?”

Even the smallest understood: promises cost heat. A farmer brought his daughter ten at most. When her hand met the fire, it flared bright. She looked up, startled. “It doesn’t hurt.” “Not unless you lie to it later,” I said. She nodded with the grave wisdom of children, then ran back to her father. The crowd moved like a tide each oath lighting another. Across the plains, other villages mirrored us; their fires answered ours. Hills glowed. Rivers threw light back to the stars. From every horizon, wolves howled once, broken and defiant; tonight, whole. Not grief promise.

“CAN YOU PROMISE ME NOW, THAT YOU WILL NOT BE BACK IN THIS FOREST AS LONG AS YOU LIVE? The voice is reverberating in the forest ground, cool but possesses authority and power. The group of young men, who are actually hard headed and violent are hesitant to vow down and make a promise. “ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE A PROMISE OR ELSE I WILL TAKE ALL YOUR LIVES?” It is now, threatening and the group of men are powerless to object or make any other choice. “We promise just release us and let us go home” they said in unison Slowly the ball of fire dies down, and the floating candles reappear before their eyes in thin air. They can not believe what they see.

(Anton POV) Fire is a language. A lot of people think it destroys and burns everything. But fire speaks. It tells you who is afraid. Who runs. Who comes back screaming. I watched the smoke rise from the coastline through the tinted glass of my car and smiled. Damian Blackwood came running. Of course he did. He always does. The man is literally predictable. “Was the message delivered?” I asked calmly. “Yes, sir,” my man replied from the front seat. “She survived.”