His Broken Promise Novels & Stories

“I told you I wanted to know everything about you, remember? I think I told you I meant every word I said. I meant every promise I made you.” “Promises are meant to be broken, Zachary,” I said acidly. “I waited fourteen years for you to keep your promise of ever coming back.” It was true. A big part of me was hurt that it took him long enough to come back into my life. That part stopped believing he ever would. “I am one guy who would die first before I break a promise, baby girl,” he said. He took a deep, labored breath. “You don’t know how difficult my life had been, so don’t judge me.”

I scoff as I stagger back, but I try to hold myself together. "Promise? Do you believe in promises? You believe you won't get betrayed just because someone said that shit, promise to you? Promises are made to be broken, Ariel... Those shits were words I used to get into your pantie which was all I ever wanted..." He yells at me, and I can't help the scoff that tears through my throat. Slowly, I tilt my head to look around, and I find everyone staring at me. Lucas is here too, Felix too, Max is just there, staring at me with tears in his eyes, and Amelie is just standing beside him and crying her eyes out. Wait! Where are the kids? I ask myself as I look around, but they are nowhere to be fou

Again, for the second time tonight, Rachel's voice echoes in my head; .......... "I don't want his heart to get broken. He has gone through so much already. Do me a favor, would you?" "Do not lead him on if you know you are never going to open your heart to him. Randall might look like a tough, cold fella but I bet you, he has a kind heart. Don't break that kind heart." "Okay." "That is not enough. Make me a promise." "I promise." .......... My heart bleeds as the harsh reminder floods through my head. I am sorry, Rachel. I just broke the promise.

He didn’t seem like the glass half full guy when I met him and now he was trying to convince me I already got the job without even interviewing for it. He pulled into my school parking lot and came to a stop near the unloading area. “Just promise me one thing. Actually take time to enjoy yourself today.” I nodded and thanked him for the ride. Even if I promised, I wouldn’t know where to begin to have a good time.

"Who knows whether you can still give my son children? How about this? As for the 80,000 we agreed to give as wedding money, we will pay it after you marry into our family and give birth to a son." I looked quietly at her sharp, cruel face. Suddenly, I remembered the winter before, when she had slipped, broken her leg, and needed a rare mountain herb to recover. I had climbed the cliffs in a snowstorm and searched for an entire day and night before I finally found it. Back then, she had held my frostbitten hands with tears in her eyes. "Julia, when you marry into our family, I will treat you like my own daughter." I had believed her.

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

But it’s the absolute truth. I had promised myself that there would be no one in my life, I had promised her when she was fighting for her next breath. But I broke that promise. Like she broke hers. She didn’t live for me. And I let someone else into my heart. I should’ve remembered to lock it tight, I should’ve remembered how much the pain of separation hurts but her glassy blue eyes and her broken pieces had pierced my walls and I hadn’t realised when Violet made a home for herself in my heart. My fingers itched to grab my phone and dial the number that would grant me her voice if I was lucky enough. But I fisted my fingers and let my heart hurt. It deserved all the pain for betraying the

Don't you remember? The night ended on a bitter note. When I stepped outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. As I got into the car, Oliver stood there in the cold. His thin figure was trembling, and his eyes were rimmed red. "I was foolish and blinded by a passing infatuation. Losing you made me realize that what I had was priceless. Please… give me another chance." His voice broke. "I'm begging you." Before I could respond, something caught my attention in the distance. Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair.

Maybe there never would be. His thumb brushed over the back of my hand like he thought it might wake something in me. Then his voice, soft but steady, like a promise carved into stone. “I promise I’ll fix this. I’ll make him sign them.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it gently. But I didn’t feel it. Not the heat or the comfort. Not even the promise. Because I was too broken to hold anything anymore. Too far gone to let anything warm me again.

When Kenny called again using a friend's phone, he sounded clearly worn out. "Ella, I concede. You win. "Come back. I promise I'll mark you immediately and make you Luna. "Are you happy now?" For a moment, I honestly wondered if something was wrong with his head. Hadn't I made myself very clear? I almost laughed out of anger. "Kenny, all I've ever said was to break up. "Do you understand what that means? I'll say it one last time. We're already broken up. Stop bothering me!"