Doctor Who Promise Novels & Stories

"You’ll be the only wife I’ll ever have." He’d called it protection when he insisted our wedding be small, stripped of guests and ceremony. "The Foster name draws too many enemies in business. For your safety, it has to be simple. One day, I’ll make it up to you with the grandest wedding the world has ever seen." Even our marriage certificate had been handled quietly by his assistant. Now, the doctor’s words and the nurse’s gossip pounded in my ears like nails. A terrifying suspicion clawed its way into my chest.

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 had gasped in horror and quickly knocked on the wooden nightstand three times, as if trying to ward off bad luck. "Don’t talk nonsense!" Noah laughed then. He stared at me, his expression unusually serious. "You cry too much. What are you going to do without me? So, Chloe, when we grow up, I’ll marry you." I nodded eagerly, linking my pinky with his. "Pinky promise—cross my heart, a hundred years, no take-backs! We made a deal! When we grow up, Noah Wells has to marry Chloe Sanders!" Before I knew it, tears slipped down my cheeks.

He shook his head, "I'm a mess." "Then let me do that. Let me protect you this time. If you try and it doesn't work out, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life. But first, you have to just try? Hmm? Promise me?" She asked and he sighed, his eyes glassy and a tear slipped off. Alexandra stared at him with teary eyes waiting for his reply. She was pleading, begging for him to just be him. "I promise." He whispered. A grateful sigh escaped Alexandra's lips and she rubbed his face fondly, "I will help you."

I say, squeezing his hands the moment he rests them again on the bed. I know he is still feeling uneasy even after the Doctor assured him that there are chances. But he wants to witness the results himself, and only then might he feel a bit relaxed. “Emily,” he mutters, gazing at our interwined fingers. “Can you promise me something?” I blink cluelessly. “What?” “Can you promise me that you will never ever push me again when you feel burdened by your problems? You will never push me again. When you feel uneasy, no matter how hard it is to overcome?”

He didn’t even look at Dominic and pretended as though he hadn’t heard a word that was said. Dominic wasn’t deterred. He simply sat down and hung his head. Mr. Parker finally relented. "Alright, enough. The fact that you’ve come to your senses is already a blessing from above. Once you’ve recovered, report to the company." But Dominic did not get up. He remained where he was, his posture straight and resolute as he looked at them with unwavering determination. "Can I postpone that by two months? I’d like to get married first."

"He's not his father. I see that now. He loves you, Ella. Really loves you. Don't let the past destroy what you have." "Dad—" "Promise me." His voice was urgent. "Promise me you'll be happy. Promise me you won't spend your life running from the things that scare you. Promise me you'll live." Ella's tears were falling now, streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the white sheets. "I promise," she whispered. William smiled—a real smile, the kind she'd never seen on his face before. "That's my girl." He closed his eyes. His chest rose. Fell. Rose again.

Riley POV “Spar with me,” he says. At first, I think he’s joking. How could I take him seriously? I had only come to deliver food not to fight him. For a second, I just stare at him, waiting for the smirk to break into a laugh. It doesn’t. “What?” I ask, because surely I misunderstood. “I promise I’ll go easy on you.” His mouth curves, but there’s nothing warm about the expression. It’s the kind of smile meant for an audience.

He smiled a knowing grin that made my blood run cold. "It matters not how you feel about the situation my dear. Per the agreement between your mother and King Elirond many moons ago you are in fact the property of the Kingdom of Astraea. You, Calliope Silverthorne, are the promised child to the crown." My breathe went still as I processed his words. "Clara made a trade, your life for her freedom and we have come to collect". What did he mean I was the promised child? Did he just say my mother sold me? Where the hell is Astraea? And why did he say my last name my silverthorne? None of this makes any sense. I was starting to lose focus, whether it be from the freezing cold box I was in or the

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon