Daughters Of The Promise Novels & Stories

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.

She stepped forward, reaching for the principal’s leg. "Sir, I really want to go to school. Please, I promise I’ll study hard…" Before she could finish, the principal recoiled as if he had touched something filthy and shoved both mother and daughter away. "Out, out, out! Throw them out of the school!" he shouted, trembling with anger. "We are responsible for all our students. There’s no way we would admit someone like this!" Before they could even react, security guards dragged them out and tossed them onto the street.

"I'm not going to Italy. I'm not signing anything. I'm not marrying anyone." "You're leaving tonight," he corrected. "He's waiting." My chest tightened. The note from earlier flashed through my mind. “You have a surprise coming.” It said. Is this what he was talking about? How did he know? I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall and my fingers pressed against the smooth surface. I was trapped. They'd planned this down to the hour. My father stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Walk out that door and turn your back on this union and you'll have nothing to come back to. No name. No power. And the Morettis don't take rejection well."

She then stood in front of the bathroom mirror, with tears freely flowing. “Oh grandpa! Why did you have to make me say that stupid promise to you! And now i think i may just have refused a boy who could have treated me right. I hope you are happy watching me suffer up there.” Purity then shouted at herself and started having a breakdown as she thought of all the times her friends would talk about their boyfriends, first kisses and how they would receive flowers on Valentine ’s Day while she had none. She then entered one of the toilet stalls and freely cried. Do not rush but patiently trust in God and i promise you he will bring you your prince charming at the right place and the right time

, Porishma said and her parents looked at each other and knew that it was going to be tough for them to make her understand. That night, a daughter vowed to protect herself from all the greedy male creatures. That night, her parents knew that it was going to be very tough for her. That night was the reunion for them. Porishma slept on her father's chest. Her father was happy to find her daughter back. "I'll never forget you, you bastard. I PORISHMA DAS, daughter of Kishore Das and Laxmi Das, promise to myself to never trust, love, or give any damn to any male creature in the entire world", Porishma vowed.

The man explains and Liam nods. "Of course, he's still here with us" Liam nods, gently taking my hand by his side. I clasp his hand. The man gives room for the young woman to be seen. "These are my daughters, Harley and Halsey," He says. "They were thrilled when they saw your invitation. I don't know if you remember my twins, but you've seen them probably, maybe once, when you were younger" I refrain badly from rolling my eyes. What is this.? Does this part of the room look like an auction for young ladies for Liam?

“You can’t convince someone who doesn’t want to understand. All you can do is live in truth. And I see you, Danica. I see the truth.” I pressed my lips together, my heart aching under the weight of his words. For the first time that night, something inside me loosened, just a fraction, but enough. “Promise me,” I whispered, “promise me you won’t take him head on no matter what.” David leaned closer, his forehead almost touching mine. “Fine,” he said, pausing for some seconds before he continued. “I promise you, Danica. Whatever comes, I’ll be right here. You and the kids won't have to be alone anymore.”

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

“I'll do it, for both of us! “I say, caressing my little one’s face. Carol nods her head and we put the cardboard house back together. My daughter smiles brightly every time she has something like that to do. She has always been creative and likes to participate in projects at school and I love helping her. Carol is without a doubt my best partner and we are inseparable. In fact, I don't intend to ever get married again, because I don't trust men. Not even! I don't want to risk going through what I went through again. I wouldn't take that risk. LUCIEN