Daughters Of The Promise Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Who knows whether you can still give my son children? How about this? As for the 80,000 we agreed to give as wedding money, we will pay it after you marry into our family and give birth to a son." I looked quietly at her sharp, cruel face. Suddenly, I remembered the winter before, when she had slipped, broken her leg, and needed a rare mountain herb to recover. I had climbed the cliffs in a snowstorm and searched for an entire day and night before I finally found it. Back then, she had held my frostbitten hands with tears in her eyes. "Julia, when you marry into our family, I will treat you like my own daughter." I had believed her.

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

"My little principessa, Papa will protect you." The images were so vivid, as if it were all just yesterday. Why... why had they changed so much? My vision started to blur, and my limbs went numb. The pain in my chest began to fade, replaced by a strange sense of lightness. Maybe this was what dying felt like. Years ago, when my father had betrayed his marriage vows, he'd claimed it was just the way of the underworld, that no Don had only one woman. My mother, whose devotion to their marriage was absolute, couldn't accept it and chose to leave.

Even the underwear he was wearing now was the one I bought. "What a pity," Rebecca said, shaking her head as she held Mom's hand. "When we were young, we always said we'd become in-laws one day. We even joked about arranging a childhood engagement for the two of them!" She glanced at me, her tone warm. "I've always liked Gerry. She's such a lovely lady. She's beautiful, kind, and cheerful…" I lowered my gaze, afraid to make a sound. I was terrified that if I slipped up for even a moment, my tears would start falling one by one.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Everything around me started to whirl and twirl like I was caught in a tornado. The sound in my ears was like thunder on a hot summer day, booming and crashing, scaring me so much I could barely catch my breath. I squinted, trying to see Alfred Hawkins's face through the haze, but it was all a blur. His voice, though, cut through the fog, clear and sharp. "With Ruby's heart, Yoana will be healthy again." My husband, Alfred, the man everyone called a 'daughter-obsessed dad' because of how much he doted on our daughter, was suggesting we sacrifice our daughter, Ruby Hawkins, to save Janet Stewart's kid, Yoana Lowe.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Don't let a kid's promise hold you back. I kept silent as Allie's soft words slowly sunk in. I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. I was just afraid to let go of the one thing that I'd been holding on as a hope that he'd come for me. I feared that if I let go of this promise, there would be no ties between us, every moment we spent would be vanished in thin air, like it never happened in the first place.

But then again, I would be out training with my father for most of the day. “You know … when you were born, your parents and us made a promise that our eldest son, Rowen and you, would one day get married and unite our two packs. Your mother fully supported it. I knew she valued how Rowen treated you when you were still a pup” Maggie said, trying to test the waters. I just stared at her, my mouth completely agape. An arranged marriage? To that asshole? There was no way in hell!

"Remember when you asked me in Finholm what I wished for? I wished for your dreams to come true, and to see you bounce back!" Jace liked gentle and compliant women, so I hid my sharp edges. Little did I know that as I forced myself to fit into those shoes, I was wounding my own heart. My dreams and wishes became luxuries I no longer dared to want. But now, Clement said he liked my genuine self. I couldn't help but feel bashful. … After I started following my dream again, Dad kept saying he wanted to retire every day. "My daughter is the best there is! I want to travel with your mom, so I'll leave the company in your hands."