Broken Promises Novel Novels & Stories

Don't you remember? The night ended on a bitter note. When I stepped outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. As I got into the car, Oliver stood there in the cold. His thin figure was trembling, and his eyes were rimmed red. "I was foolish and blinded by a passing infatuation. Losing you made me realize that what I had was priceless. Please… give me another chance." His voice broke. "I'm begging you." Before I could respond, something caught my attention in the distance. Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair.

“No.” “Why?” “Because you said Switzerland or never. And I don’t make promises I don’t keep.” “You make promises you don’t keep all the time. You promised Ember honesty and you kept 2016 from her for months. You promised Nathaniel your trust and you slashed his face open this morning. You promised me a lifetime and you let me walk away without fighting for it.” She turns to face me and her eyes are bright with something sharper than pain. “The only promise you’ve never broken is the one you made to yourself — that you’d rather run than stay. That you’d rather destroy something beautiful than risk watching it destroy you first.”

She shrieked in panic, "My nose! It's crooked!" Glancing down, Richard realized her nose was augmented with implants. Her entire face was a fabrication. And for this web of lies, he'd repeatedly betrayed Kimberly. His heart twisted sharply, sending him staggering back into the coffee table. Regaining his footing, he snatched a file from behind and hurled it at her face.

Stop bothering me! Lucas was standing beside me. Having noticed I was in a bad mood, he asked if I was feeling alright. Kenny overheard him and instantly threw a fit. "Who are you with right now? "Why is there another werewolf's voice? Aha! I get it now! This is why you wanted to break up with me! You betrayed me!" I didn't bother explaining. I hung up. Friends sent me updates from time to time. I heard that Kenny fired his new Beta without even meeting him once.

“Honestly, every time I closed my eyes, all I could hear was that cry. I kept thinking, is it really worth finding someone? If someone can break you like that? Fuck, Zach, she was broken…” I took a deep breath. “I promise you, everything you feel, I feel ten times more. If you’re assuming I’m before you sober, I promise you, I’m not. Ten people called out and I have a half zombie for a receptionist who didn’t even jump at the bonus I was giving her. If you need a day, Stacy…” She shook her head. “If you’re here, so am I. I can help organize some of the stuff with you. Is Jason…?”

“Tell me what’s wrong, Dominique.” “I don’t think I should. You might get mad.” “I promise not to get mad. I want to try to fix whatever has you so sad.” “You can’t fix it. Only I can. But I made you a promise, and I broke it today. Not on purpose, but it happened nonetheless.” “The stone?” “Yes, the stone.” “Tell me what troubles you, Dominique. I won’t get mad. I was out for the day. You did not break your promise to me as I was not around.”

I sigh deeply as I remove imaginary fluff from the sheet. "It's about promises we have to keep, regardless of our rank or age. Do you know how much you hurt another person when you don't keep your word? It's deep, it breaks something inside, it's like betrayal," I tell him, keeping my eyes on the two remaining pups on the bed. "So did Romero break a promise to you?" he asks now, surprised. I nod in the affirmative and remain silent, not really wanting to talk about this subject anymore. It's too deep.

**Trigger Warning. This book may contain the following topics that may be sensitive to readers: dubious consent, masochism, drug use, mental illness, mentions of previous assault or abuse, sexual harassment of a main character, kidnapping, abandonment, control, confinement, and attempted crimes. This book is rated 18+ due to content. Never in my life had I considered what it would be like to meet fate. To have what you thought was love turn into harsh realization of manic moments that never seemed to make sense. The haunted memories of my past were always too much for me to handle. The dark ways that my mind played tricks on me, constantly having me look over my shoulder as if waiting for hi

Shameless man. It's not as if I had any plans to spread my legs for anyone else, but the simple act of being asked to make such a promise was a big deal. Rominic was right about that — I never break my promises, no matter what. It's a shackle that has always bound me, which is precisely why I never give out such promises relentlessly. Of course, there have been times where I've coincidentally or accidentally broken a promise, but the key point is that it's never been an intentional betrayal.