Carol The Promised Neverland Novels & Stories

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

I chuckled Both me and Amy winked at Sam. Carol: "So are we ready?" Amy: "Carol you are coming with us?" Carol: "Of course I can use my fairy charm and distract them." Gabby: "Don't use all charm on them baby cake. leave something for me." Carol: "Sure Sweetie pie." Casie: "Alright so let's bring Elena down."

Her green eyes were fixed on mine, filled to the brim with the urgency of the promise she was asking from me. “Promise me, Honey, that you will never, EVER speak of Alaric to these children. They can never know.” Cara looked at me meaningfully, waiting for my response. She grabbed onto my arm, another contraction ripping through her painfully. But she kept her gaze fixed on me. “...All I have left are these children. If Alaric discovers them, I dread he might snatch them away......” “I promise, Sweetheart.” I had told her before wrapping my arms around her in an enormous hug. “I promise,” I whispered again into her hair.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

“Now, go check on Leo. He was asking for a new dirt bike. I told him he could have it if he promised not to call Vespera back if she tries to phone him.” Randell felt a slight twinge of guilt, small and inconvenient. He pushed it down the way he always did. “And?” “And he promised,” Caroline smirked. Satisfaction gleamed in her eyes. “He’s my boy now, Randell. Don’t forget that.” The night of the gala arrived.

He started to say something but Carol was not going to listen. “I don’t care. just let me see him. He is my beloved and he didn’t do anything wrong for him to be locked up like this. I want to see him and that is final.” Her tone was still stern when she interrupted him. “But princess....if I let you in I will be in trouble.” He said, a bit of worry laced in his voice. “No. You won’t. I promise.” Carol promised, making him sigh. “Ok. But please. Don't take too long.”

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

A promise. I smiled wider. Let him think he controlled me. Soon, everything would burn. As dessert arrived, Nero leaned close. "After dinner, you’ll entertain my family in the lounge," he murmured. "Be charming. Be graceful. Or bleed for me again tonight." I turned my head slowly. "Would you like me to dance for them, Domino mio?" I purred. "Strip like your perfect little whore?" His grip tightened. "Careful, fox. Your bark will get you killed."

In the air, the cold Italian wind blew in from outside, making her hair flutter in the wind softly—a look without dead corners, doll-like white skin, and soft pink lips. Emma squatted down and spoke softly to Carla. "I promise you, after we leave this mansion, I will live with you. Okay?" Carla looked at Emma. Her body was like a gentle stream of water flowing through, both comfortable and warm. In Carla's eyes, Emma is like a fairy coming out of a fairy tale. The girl nodded once. Raise her little finger, say. "Promise?" Emma smiled slightly, holding up her little finger as she promised. "I promise."

Eventually, she stopped waiting, letting her yearning fade into the background. Now, seeing Camilla adorned with them, the truth became painfully clear—those treasures had always been meant for someone else. Noticing her gaze, Camilla lifted the hem of her gown and gracefully approached, her lips forming a gentle smile. “Dom, is this the woman you’ve been seeing these past few years? The one you promised to introduce me to?” Her tone was warm but her words were laced with subtle condescension. “She’s beautiful. No wonder she managed to capture the heart of our school’s most sought-after bachelor.”