Broken Promise Tattoo Novels & Stories

I'm tired of the chase. She climbs the bed and sits on my legs. "I'm tired of your broken promises." She undoes the buckle of my belt and the zipper. "Can you swear by blood covenant?" Without a second hesitation. I answer. "Yes." She stands up from the bed, stark naked, and bends by her dresser, sifting through her stuff until she finds a razor. She returns to the bed, and using the razor, she tears her thumb. I lock eyes on her as she tears my thumb, and we press our thumbs together. "I promise I will wait for you forever."

“Promise me you will treat my daughter in a special way despite her rank and blood. You will marry her and let her bear your heir.” “Yes, Sheila…” he squeezed her hand in answer and…love. “Yes, I will.” Then a crescent-shaped moon appeared on Sheila’s wrist, so as in Alain’s hand—the one that Sheila is clinging to. Alain knew there’s no turning back. The mark of an Unbreakable Oath has already appeared on his wrist—painful and searing, he knew he shall keep his word forever or else he shall meet his death the moment he breaks the promise.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

I cheer loudly for my friend, happy that she has found love. They leave together to consummate their relationship as is custom. Trey’s mom and Callie’s parents host a reception afterwards for guests. I feel Brady’s hand squeeze mine as we leave the ceremony area and head towards the reception. “What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned. He looks so serious. A small smile breaks across his face. “I’ll have to break a promise to you to mate you. I just realized it.” “What?” Now I’m just confused. He laughs softly. “I swore I’d never hurt you again, but I’ll have to in order to mark you.”

Right after he was done imagining a life where they were happy together. Yet when the time came, and he finally had her in his hold, his mind had just gone blank. Even after everything, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But he would, he promised. His pain deserved justice. He assured himself that the pain in his heart would lessen only when there would be tears in her eyes. Only when she would be as broken as he was, he will be satisfied. "Right away, sir." Daisy bowed dramatically, pretending to tip off her imaginary hat. Even now she realized, she liked the annoyance that clouded his features at her unnecessary theatrics.

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Dave Stark’s jaw tightened the moment Bella rose from her seat. The bond flared—sharp, hot, warning. Possession coiled in his chest like a living thing, ancient and territorial. Every instinct in him screamed that letting her walk away with Marcus Hale was a mistake. Bella felt it too. The pressure. The fury. The unspoken don’t go echoing through the mate bond. But there was also something else—unfinished echoes, wounds that had never been allowed to close.

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.

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.