Broken Promises The Movie Novels & Stories

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

So, Denzel knew that he would have to break his promise for the first time in his life and lie to Cinnia. "You're traveling? In this critical period? Why?" Cinnia asked that night as they lay together in the darkness. "There's some business that has to be done. Unfortunately, human partners do not understand the werewolf crisis. It's only a three-day trip to Paris. I'll be back before you know it. I promise," Denzel said, and kissed her cheek. His heart squeezed from the guilt. When promises are shattered, words become meaningless...empty. The trust would be severed.

"I've already given her my word." "Can't you just change your mind?" "Vicky, you should know that we should always keep our promises." "But there are bound to be times when one must break their promises." There would always be accidents, and there would come a time when a person had to break their promise. "That's right." A dazed look appeared in his eyes. "Which is why we must fulfill the promises to the best of our abilities." Vicky was not surprised or upset by his answer and simply asked, "And you have to go that day?"

He had to be sure before he smiled and then got a no instead of a yes. Lacey nodded. "We're starting over. And no stupid promises. I blame the damn promises." His smile appeared. He nodded and claimed her lips. No more crying. And no more sulking. "My lady love you're amazing." One hand moved up her back and slipped into her hair. "I've missed you so so much." And all was right in their world again. Technically she did move on... no more promises counted as moving on past broken promises right? Oh who cares? They were happy again and that's what matters.

"What..?" "But then a problem came up.. you see Avery once I promised someone something I ​never​ break it, and I promised him that I will make sure you marry Vincent and no one else. So if I were to break my promise it would cause a bad effect on my employees, partners and staff.. they will think I'm not a man of my words anymore... But you sweetheart, you are worth breaking every promise on the earth." "What are you talking about!?"

POV: Rory Hale The thing about promises is that they break as easily as glass. I promised myself seventeen would be my year. My year to escape heartbreak, my year to finally breathe. But instead, seventeen became the year everything shattered like someone had taken a hammer to the fragile bits of my life and smiled while they watched me bleed.

As her words broke his heart, he realized he had been breaking all the promises he had made to her. “Please! Don’t break the promise,” as she focused on the promise again, Aramis faintly nodded. “I won’t,” he whispered in defeat.

"Promise me you won’t lose yourself in this fight." He hesitated. For the first time, the unshakable, invincible Damien looked… uncertain. Vulnerable. And then, slowly, he nodded. "I promise." Sienna released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. But deep down, she knew promises in their world were fragile things. And some promises were meant to be broken

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “