His Broken Promise Novels & Stories

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

Right after he was done imagining a life where they were happy together. Yet when the time came, and he finally had her in his hold, his mind had just gone blank. Even after everything, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But he would, he promised. His pain deserved justice. He assured himself that the pain in his heart would lessen only when there would be tears in her eyes. Only when she would be as broken as he was, he will be satisfied. "Right away, sir." Daisy bowed dramatically, pretending to tip off her imaginary hat. Even now she realized, she liked the annoyance that clouded his features at her unnecessary theatrics.

"I promise" "I promise"

As Lust is giggling and feeding from the emotion that I do not want to lose no matter what. “Trust, all you have to do is trust.” After those thoughts with the answers that I couldn’t find, seconds starts to come back on track in my life. The heart that bleeds, the heart that bears those fears and so many aches, suddenly bears the cold, and the chill that once has faded, and there only remains the frozen heart inside of ice of the stranger who somehow gave it with the right medicine. “Promises are meant to be broken? Tsk! That’s a lie, for promises are a sacred word to be broken by anyone. Promises are not meant to be broken. They are meant to be fulfilled.”

A promise he broke. Vincent sighed and looked outside to where Alice and Simon seemed to be still talking. Simon was showing Alice something on his phone, and she laughed again. His face narrowed as he placed his hand on his hips with tensing shoulders. He wanted to punch Simon’s face. As Vincent stared intensely, his thoughts went back to when he made the promise to be with her. They would be together according to his promise. He didn't know what he was thinking, making such a pointless promise because he would not keep that promise. He broke it and hoped he would fix his mistake, but he was too late. Alice was moving on, and it was right in front of his eyes.

"I have made up my mind, Senorita, and you are leaving. That's final." "I promise I will never try to find your identity. Please don't send me awa…" "Never make a promise if you can't keep them…because when you break a promise, you break a heart, and I'm afraid that the heart which will break will be yours.", He responded, cutting me in between. "Please…" "No. I have already made up my mind."

I shake my head. I wanted him to believe me, him, Maddox and Rowan are the only ones I expected to vouch for me, they're the people I expected to defend me and say it wasn't true. No one knew me better, they were my best friends, but he avoided me when they returned, and I understood why. “It's okay.” “It’s not,” he sucks in a breath, his eyes watering. “I broke my promise.” He looks like he’s about to cry, and my own tears are persistent. “It doesn’t matter.”

Without my side. I get him. But I can't help but to feel so broken and disappointed with him. For the second time, I felt my heart breaking into pieces. He's the second man I trusted, and he's just gonna break me like this. I can't believe I trusted him. I was so stupid. I thought he's the only one I could trust. I thought he'll always believe me? He promised but it was true… promises are made to be broken and I hate it. I hate promises. He's no different from Hans. He's no different at all.

"Oh, and by the way—your family's a mess. Oliver broke into the asylum and let Ada out. She took him hostage. She wants to see you. "Go back, Steven. He's your son. As for us—there's nothing left." Her words snapped the last thread holding him up. As Bella walked away, his chest caved in. The pain pinned him where he sat, too shattered to move, too wrecked to chase her. This time, he knew—he'd really lost her.