A Promised Land Novels & Stories

Nic chuckled. “So, what’s with him?” I wondered. “Is he also one of the many who’s come to complain about our dysfunctional family?” “No, it’s quite the opposite, actually.” “He gave us an offer!” Nic spoke in a suspiciously high-pitched tone. “He promised to help clear our name, and he plans on combining all of our forces!” For a second, the world stopped. “H-he did?” I gasped, wondering whatever we had done to receive this kindness. “Nic, that’s amazing!”

Next hope keep her hand on Ryan's hand. "This for also our family." Hope smiles. Paul and Rose look at each other and look at every one. "This promise to achieve our dreams." Hope ryan and Freya, look at Paul and rose. Rose and Paul lastly look at each other. And Paul smiles slowly. "Let's do this." Paul keeps hand upon every one. Rose also smiles and keep hand upon his. Placing his one hand on his jeans, Jospeh smiles looking at buddies. "This is called Buddies promise!"

“What were these promises?” To the human, for the love she bore her, she promised she would have her life back. To the pack, theirs was a curse. That they would remain in Snowfall, to live and die in Snowfall until the human had her life back. To the lover and the child, she promised the place of warmth and sunshine she had led him to. To the couple, she promised that one day, the pack would become a Kingdom, and their child would be King. But...” “But what?”

She promised. To be continued!

Even at her age. Well, forget about that. As for her, I'm her light. But as for me, she was a piece of hope that lights up my life. The one who changed my life. The one who made me smiled. The one who gives me and helps me to find who I am. I'm so glad to meet someone like her. So, I want to make her happy before she makes me happy. Well, we're getting into a fight because of this... However, we made a promise to each other that we will try to make a world a place where did everyone can live and be happy. A place where did the people will not kill each other and where did the people will try to understand each other. It was impossible, but the promise is a promise. And we will try to make ev

Arnapurna announced. Swara was smiling when the trio praised her. "Bhai, when is your flight?” Uttara asked. "In two hours. I will leave after dinner," Laksh replied. "Bhai, can I and Swara Didi come to drop you?" Uttara asked. Laksh looked at Swara and nodded his head in agreement. ♡♡♡ "Bye, Bhai. Take care," Uttara said. "Swara! Take Care of yourself," Laksh said while hugging Swara.

"I'm the luckiest woman in all of New York to have you as my husband." Placing his hands on my shoulders, pressing his lips to the curve of my neck, he holds my gaze in the reflection. "After we return home, I'm removing everything from you except the pearls. When I'm done with you, I promise you will consider yourself the luckiest woman in all of the United States."

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

The energy now had a color and I watched it travel along the vines to the ones holding Sable. “Damn, that feels good,” he said. His voice was husky. “Who and what is The Promised,” I demanded. “It was a myth, or so we thought. Talon started dreaming of you and he told us you truly existed.” My skin heated. Had he had the same dreams I’d had? Worse, could he see the dreams I’d had of Conner? “What is the purpose of The Promised?” “The Promised will end the war between the vampires and the werewolves. The Promised will bring peace through her power. Your power.” His voice was breathy and I knew he loved the sensation of the vines’ energy too.

They called it The Phoenix Pact. It was not a program, nor a campaign. It was a promise. A covenant between the foundation, its fellows, its facilitators, and its communities. A vow to protect voices, to honor truth, to rebuild trust. It would be signed not with ink, but with action. It would be lived, not just declared.