Draco Malfoy And The Broken Promise Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I made a deal with DRACO. When you were kidnapped and Draco called, then and there I struck a deal with him, if can prove that Arturo would back stab him in the back after my death have been announced, he'll release you. That's why Draco never came after you after I was gone. Just like I suspected, after my death, Arturo began to plot DRACO's downfall. I didn't tell Draco about Arturo's means to do so, so when he consumed the drugs, it affected his system drawing him closer to his end. But in order to survive, he needed my help, the antidote to cure him but in order to get it, I struck an another deal. If he wanted the antidote, he'll forget about me joining him but for the next two months

She had promised to protect Elle and this is what I get in return. I tested to see if the chains would move but it was no use. I had lost my strength. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I heard the loud metal door. This was it. Draco was here. "Hello slave." Smoke engulfed me as Draco stood near me with a pipe in one hand smoking it and a wip in the other. I didn't care what he did. That little shit would not win. I'd never give him Elle. But, first I was going to have to survive what ever he threw at me.

Nicholas hadn't given me a straight answer. Instead, he smiled and said, "But I haven't passed the certification test yet." Without thinking, I had replied, "I'll wait for you." Nicholas looked at me but said nothing, quickly shifting his gaze elsewhere. I followed his eyes, and my heart sank. Standing there were the members of the drama club. Madeline was tucked in the center, and she was looking over at us, too. They shared a long, silent look, while I was the only one who looked like I didn't belong.

"Valen." Draco's eyes met mine. "Yes." "And he'll come after me." "He'll try." The words were simple and absolute. "He won't succeed." I held his gaze for a long moment. "You can't promise that."

But before I could even decide what to do next, the chauffeur announced we had arrived and Draco straightened up in his position and looked ahead. “We can talk more about that some other time. For now, I want you to enjoy this breakfast.” I closed my eyes and nodded my head. I felt his hand on my chin, prompting me to open my eyes and meet his gaze. “You can tell me everything, and I promise I won’t throw you in a dungeon for whatever you did.” “I didn’t do anything wrong… Except tell them the truth. They didn’t want to hear it.” My eyes watered. The door of our car was opened, cutting our conversation. Draco removed his hand from my face and stepped out before he extended his hand to assist

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

cried Astrid happily. "Ha, you only said that after seeing this trash," Draco said. “I would be happy to be your partner if you had this much wealth. You must share it with me,” Astrid said with a look of adoration. "If my mission is successful, you can take as much of this trash as you can with your own hands," Draco replied, smiling. "Is that a promise? I will remember what you said just now,” said Astrid. “Dragons won't break promises. We keep our words with dignity. Now hurry up and prepare yourself. We won't be here all day long,” Draco replied.

I frowned when I saw the pain in Draco and Marcus's eyes like they were in pain about something but I didn't pay attention to it. "I have my policy. I will not die, for the sake of others. If I have to die, that's because I die for myself." I promise. I know what I'm saying is wrong, but what happened in Pandora made me like this. Dying for others. Fighting for a world that I don't even belong to. That's even crazier. "I'm sorry." Draco suddenly promised. I looked at him and the pain in his eyes still didn't go away. Like he was living with regrets in his life. I don't know what that sorry is for. Is he sorry because of what they said? It seems like it's too much for him to look like that.

Reassurance. Something deeper… unspoken. He gave her a subtle wink. And kept walking. No one will ever hurt you and walk away from it. That’s my promise. He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The moment it shut— The silence outside felt louder. Meanwhile… Across the city— Chaos... Charles’ office was in ruins. Shattered glass littered the floor. Papers were scattered everywhere. A chair lay overturned, one leg broken. The air smelled of spilled alcohol and fury.