Daughters Of The Promise Novels & Stories

When he held her hand and put a loving look on her face, he asked, "When will you meet the little bird again?" Her heart sank at that question; she hated to be reminded when they said goodbye to each other, "We will meet soon," she smiled, "I promise, love." "Promises don't always mean anything, Emily," he sighed as she turned away from him. "Please tell me that this time you really will." She nodded, "I promise..." "Emily, are you okay?" she again heard Esen's voice. She looked again at the closed door and turned her face towards him, "I promise we will meet again very soon. But right now, I am on duty. And I have come to meet you on the pretext of stomach pain."

I wanted Dante to be ok, I wanted Enrique to be ok… Mama to be ok… I wanted the bad man to go away… Delsanra to be ok… “Promise?” I whispered, opening my eyes. Daddy smiled, his dark eyes glittering, and he nodded. “I fucking promise.” He said, making Mama gasp for some reason. I simply smiled and nodded. My daddy never broke a promise.

She stood up and gripped my britches, ready to yank them down. "Wait!" It came out before I'd even thought about it. Rhea threw up her hands. "What is it?!" I took a deep breath and stared her in the eye. "Will you promise me that you will be nice to Rosemarie?" "Ibrahim, don't be ridiculous." "I don't want to hear it. Promise me that you will be nice to my daughter from now on," I demanded. I looked at Rhea long and hard until she finally exhaled and nodded her platinum-blond head.

she implored, her gaze scanning hers for any hint of reluctance. She looked up at him with pleading eyes and whispered, "Please, make me a promise." The mother's hands trembled as she clasped her daughter's shoulders, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. Verity's face was awash with tears, each droplet tracing a path down her cheeks. With a confident tone, the girl replied, "I promise, Mama." The woman's eyes sparkled with warmth as she gazed upon her daughter, her lips curving upward in a gentle smile as she listened intently to the young girl's response. With a tender touch, the mother delicately arranged her child's locks, smoothing each s

He explained and they listened attentively. “What forbidden promise do you guys have?” Adrian asked. Amana was not able to use her promise and was not able to determine what kind of promise they have. “I have the strengthening promise and my husband has the killing promise where he can kill someone else’s promise and I can make someone else’s promise stronger.” Caselyn stated. They asked them questions and found out things that the academy is hiding. They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups.

They all charge at us, and the kings begin to transform to their lycan when I shout, “No! Please don't hurt them!” The second those words leave my lips, they freeze, and at that same moment someone lands a punch on Caelen’s face. “Enough!” I yell, and to my greatest surprise, they all stop. I turn to the girl’s mother, who has been watching the whole thing with sadness in her eyes. “I know that you know the truth. Please help me get justice for your daughter.” A tear trickles down the woman’s cheek as she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Promise.” She says, and my eyebrows crease. Did she mean she wants me to promise her something? That was until she said, “Her name was Promise.”

No wonder Riley insisted on having her sleeping here, it was a little girl’s mansion. I heard music talking coming from the back as I approached the house so I followed it. I looked between the cracks of the gate and saw the group of girls dancing and playing in their pajamas. My attention was quickly drawn to August who was talking to a woman. She was stunning and matched the settling of his home. She also looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. Maybe her type was what he was looking for, put together classy businesswoman.

Ten years ago, Orlando knelt in that garden and swore he'd make me the happiest woman alive. Five years ago, I stood right there, smiling through tears as he accepted the family heir's crest. Now? The car rolled to a stop. The Underboss opened the door. My father's abandoned estate loomed ahead—silent, rotting, forgotten. "Signora Leone, we've arrived. Please take this time to reflect on your mistakes. The Don said he'll bring you home once Ms. Quinn's child is born." A bitter smile pulled at my lips. Metallic tang hit my tongue. I coughed—red blooming in my palm.

“So you traded my freedom for my life.” “Would you rather be dead?” Mama’s voice cracked. “I chose my daughter over everything. Forgive me if that was wrong.” Promise’s chest rose and fell rapidly. The truth was a blade twisting inside her. “Mama… I love you. But I will not let their oath decide my destiny. Lagos is waiting. My dream is waiting.” Tears streamed down Mama’s cheeks. “Promise, please. You cannot fight gods and live.” But Promise turned away, her jaw set, her eyes burning. In her heart, a storm had begun to brew.