Daughters Of The Promise 소설 & 이야기

"I doubt she knew she would die, but I believe she would never regret giving birth to you." "But she didn't even know me either," I shot back. "She didn't know who I was or… or what sort of person I would become—what sort of things I would do after I grew up." Sol said nothing for a while. I knew he was considering my words carefully. Still, I continued, "My father is a pureblood and everything that entails. Holding a high position in the hierarchy, mysteries, and secrets, even from his daughter." "He is that one, is he?" Sol asked me, and I nodded.

With a perfectly calm voice, I said, "I came to pick up the charm bracelet. Do you know where Rachel put it?" Todd let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise. Then, he shifted his foot, revealing the thing wrapped around his ankle. A delicate charm engraved with the words "luck" and "joy" hung from a red cord, exactly as Rachel had promised me. "You mean this? Rachel let me have it after I told her I liked it. Doesn't it look nice?" Todd wore a smug smile. For a second, I nearly lost my mind. My daughter was gone, and my wife didn't love me.

She was just like bait to get her dad, yet, he didn't come searching for his daughter. Stupid and selfish father and daughter! “I won't make a promise with you and you know that. So, will you be the bitch you've always been and tell me where the fuck your dad has been hiding before I slam your head on—?” She interrupted me and still proceeded with what she had to say. “Promise me that you won't leave me. If you kill my dad, you will be the only person I've got.” A twist, huh? Now, what the fuck is this bitch saying? Won't leave her? Have I ever been faithful? Will I ever be faithful, most especially to someone like her?

"OK so give me about a two minute head start. I will head off into the forest and you must find me . . . and remember . . . when you catch me . . . if you catch me . . . show no mercy despite how much I might beg. Promise me that?" "OK, OK I promise," he says but not really meaning it. How could he not show mercy to his beautiful daughter? But she knows him too well. "Daddy, you must promise and mean it. You must play you role perfectly as I will play mine . . . or else . . . the forest . . . this was their idea, will be disappointed." "Fine . . . I will take it seriously, Jade. I promise." He touches her cheek lightly and then adds just so she understands he is indeed serious. "Now get the

I stay frozen in the doorway, my body torn between stepping in and running away. Finally, I force myself forward, letting Elias tug me to the table. My legs protest, but I sit down, hands trembling as I reach for the plate. The kids chatter endlessly about their dreams, about the rooms they want to decorate, about how “Jake promised” to help Elias build a fort later. Promised. The word stabs me. Because promises were what I wanted once. Promises were what broke me. Promises are the reason my kids grew up without a dad.

Good at understanding limits, at navigating the world with cautious curiosity. "I want to make you a promise," Sophia said quietly, watching Hope crouch to examine a piece of driftwood. "Actually, several promises." Liam turned to her, waiting. "I promise to protect her innocence as long as I can. To let her be a child. To never use her as a weapon or a bargaining chip or anything except what she is—our daughter, who we love." "I promise that too," Liam said immediately. "I promise to choose you daily. Not just stay, but choose. To keep showing up even when it's hard, even when the easy thing would be to retreat or shut down or fall back into old patterns."

Even the smallest understood: promises cost heat. A farmer brought his daughter ten at most. When her hand met the fire, it flared bright. She looked up, startled. “It doesn’t hurt.” “Not unless you lie to it later,” I said. She nodded with the grave wisdom of children, then ran back to her father. The crowd moved like a tide each oath lighting another. Across the plains, other villages mirrored us; their fires answered ours. Hills glowed. Rivers threw light back to the stars. From every horizon, wolves howled once, broken and defiant; tonight, whole. Not grief promise.

he added. The queen frantically looked around for something. Her eyes landed on one of the guards, and she walked toward him, pulling a small dagger from the sheath at his waist. Without hesitation, she slashed her hand, letting the blood drip to the ground. Then, she walked over to her son, placing her bloody hand on his head. Kieran remained still, whether paralyzed by fear or shock, I couldn't tell. "The Crimson Promise is something our pack never takes lightly," she declared. "I swear on the life of my only son, and on my blood, that I am speaking nothing but the truth." She removed her hand, pointing at me with bloody fingers as she added, "She is my dead husband's bastard child."

promise" is used to assure you'll do what you said. " Summer did not say anything, so she asked again, "Why, baby? Is there a problem?" "Daddy didn't keep his promise many times. I miss him, but he's not here with us. He promised me yesterday that he would go with you today to pick me up." Her heart ached as Summer's eyes went teary. "He just had something to do, baby." The little girl didn't say anything but hugged her instead. Aside from the sadness in Summer’s eyes, she could tell that the little girl was angry with her father.

Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face. For six years after our marriage, he spoiled me like a child. But the fortune-teller's words lingered in my mind like a curse that refused to fade. My father's illegitimate daughter, Carmilla Marino, kept clinging to Mario—so persistently that she once confessed her love to him in front of me and tried to kill herself. Disgust flickered across Mario's face as he forced my father to send her abroad. After that, I finally allowed myself to relax.