Broken Promise Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

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."

Waiting for me to prove I'm worth keeping despite the damage I caused. By the time we break for water, my entire body aches. I slump onto the bench and close my eyes. Immediately, Jules appears behind my eyelids. Not the broken version from outside the training facility, but the one from three weeks ago. Laughing in my bed, hair spread across my pillow. Her fingers tracing the tattoo on my ribs. "Tell me about this one," she'd whispered. "It's a compass. To remind me to find my way home." "And where's home?"

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

He seethed angrily and hissed. Raze ignored him and sat down, sighing in frustration. “ I saw a tattoo this time around in one of of their wrists, pyramid shape with three dots at the top.” Brent immediately knew what he was driving at and shook his head. “Don't tell me you're still having nightmares! Because that tattoo isn't real!” “Don't piss me off Brent, I know what I saw and a search must be conducted.” He fired back and Brent placed a mid finger on his forehead.

The gentle jest lightened her mood—though a lump of unease still settled in her belly, reminding her that the world was not nearly as simple as she wished it to be. She raised her hand, examining the marking more closely, noting how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This faint black lining resembled a tattoo of secrecy. “This resembles more of a tattoo of secrecy, and it makes so much sense.” A tattoo of secrecy, also known as a promise of secrets is a mana oath taken by mages, promising secrecy, binding their fates. Such oaths weren’t valid without a third party present to enforce its weight; demons, spirits, archmages, or even vampires might serve that role.

ARI “let's bond. But I will have one wish that I will ask of you in the future. Se it like a business deal. You get what you want, and I will collect my wish whenever. You must do it, though.” He looks at me, probably trying to see if I am tricking him or if I am telling the truth. Whatever he sees makes him nod once. “deal.” “if you break it-“ “it’s a promise formed under the completion of the bond, sort of like a blood covenant. I can't break it. Have a little faith in me.”

“You’re still going on about that?” “It’s a traumatic thing for a teenage boy.” “I promise I will show up,” Ruby said, holding out her pinky finger. Parker stared at her outstretched hand. “A pinky promise?” “The most solemn of oaths,” Ruby said, trying to stay serious. “All right,” Parker said, taking her pinky in his. “But if you break a pinky promise, I’m pretty sure hellfire and damnation await you.” “I guess I better show up then,” Ruby said, not able to fight a smile any longer. A car door slammed out front and Ruby reluctantly retracted her hand.

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

Maybe it was because I looked so pitiful - crying and freezing - but he invited me into his car. Once I was seated, he thoughtfully handed me a pack of tissues and asked casually, "Breakup?" I was surprised he could tell, but instead of saying anything, I let my actions answer. Noticing some bottles of liquor on the passenger seat, I picked one up and asked, "Can I drink this? I'll pay you." He replied nonchalantly, "Sure, but you'll have to pay extra if you mess up the car." With his permission, I started drinking straight from the bottle. "I'm letting loose tonight. Tomorrow, I'm kicking that cheating jerk back to wherever he came from!"

He told me it wasn’t a big deal that he ignored me. How could he? We are supposed to be one soul. If he is hurting, I am supposed to feel it. If he is busy, I am supposed to be his peace. But he has shut the door and locked it from the inside, leaving me shivering in the hallway of our own life. I stare at the tattoo until my tears fall on it. The grey eyes on my wrist seem to mock me now. They are a permanent reminder of a broken promise. He promised to watch over me, yet he is the one pushing me into darkness.