Novel & Cerita His Broken Promise

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

Douglas then dropped to one knee right in front of me. “Babe, I love you. I want to marry you someday. Will you be mine?” Seriously? Was this what dating him involved? He was basically padlocking the door to my future male escort endeavors. He pulled out a yellow sapphire ring. What? It was the very one I had designed! I never should have stayed up all night drafting it. “Fine, then.” I heard that my family elders and Douglas had cleaned up all the messages that Finn posted. After Finn was taken away, he suffered a mental breakdown. His psychological resilience was simply too low.

The ear-splitting music drowned out all the commotion they’d caused. As soon as she opened the club’s back door, the music suddenly stopped and police sirens blared loudly. Rose took off her wig and tossed it into the trash. Just a few steps from the club, the back door slammed open roughly again. “He’s almost dead, Rose.” Rose stopped in her tracks and turned around. A handsome, rugged man dressed in navy jeans and a black T-shirt approached her. Rose raised an eyebrow, folding her arms in indifference. “So?” “This is the fifth time. Eventually, they’ll get suspicious,” the man replied irritably. “Luckily, there’s ‘stuff’ in the front pocket of his pants and his gun is illegal. So Brad can

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

He must admit it has a turning on effect about it. "Break the promise," he pressed in a gravely calm voice while staring into her eyes. Angela licked her lowerlip in nervousness, attracting his gaze there. "I..I can't," she managed, struggling to not look down his body. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. " Why?" he questioned, curious. "She needs someone," she tested the water carefully. She had figured Nichelle was a sensitive subject for him. His expression hardened. "She doesn't need you," he gritted out.

"Why not? You're the one who broke the promise you made to him. You swore you wouldn't disgrace this family, and look at you now!" I felt tears finally breaking free, hot trails down my cheeks that I couldn't stop. She was right. I had broken my promise. I had become exactly what I swore I wouldn't be. "I didn't mean for this to happen," I choked out. "I didn't plan any of this."

POV: Rory Hale The thing about promises is that they break as easily as glass. I promised myself seventeen would be my year. My year to escape heartbreak, my year to finally breathe. But instead, seventeen became the year everything shattered like someone had taken a hammer to the fragile bits of my life and smiled while they watched me bleed.

Damian sat at the head of the table, his expression hard. When he saw me, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but more than that was a restless irritation—he had lost control of the situation. I didn't look at him. I stepped into the center of the chamber, holding the decree high, sweeping my gaze across the room. Finally, it rested on Damian. "Damian," I said, my voice low but carrying through the hall. "You broke the vows you made to me, to my father, and to the Silvermoon pack. Now you want me to sign this document to legitimize your marriage to a new Luna."

"I... p r o m i s e. I... w i l l... n o t... b r e a k... m y... p r o m i s e ." Gia promised him making him smile as he started eating his breakfast. "Gia remember all your promises. I would not let you break any of your promise." He threatened her playfully making her chucy. Gia shook her head and start eating her food. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*