His Broken Promise Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“Just promise me one thing, Trey.” Trey frowned at his old friend. “I’m not a big fan of making promises, promises that I might end up not keeping. What is it?” “This one’s not an impossible promise,” Sebastian laughed. “I promise.” Trey who was not seeing the joke in any of what was going on, frowned again and turned to face Sebastian. “Do not make me promise what you know I can not do,” he said. “I would happily break the promise.” “You can do this,” Sebastian smiled back at him.

The moment it closed, the photo frame that had hung in the entryway for eight years shook loose and crashed onto the tile floor, shattering into pieces. I crouched down and stared at the broken glass. That was our photo from our first date in Sicily. Dominic had knelt on the beach in front of a cross and sworn that every year on this day, no matter what happened, he'd ignore everything else and spend our anniversary with me alone. But ever since Mia appeared, he'd even forgotten what day it was. I threw the broken glass into the trash without expression. The glass had cut through our faces in the photo. I didn't hesitate. I tossed it all out with the garbage.

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.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" For everyone knew, you can't ever break a pinky promise. *End of flashback* Tears blurred my vision as I tucked my head into his chest, away from wandering eyes. Swaying to the music, I let myself enjoy his body heat as I shut the rest of the world out. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm "I told you I'd never break any pinky promises" he whispered, his head leaning against my own. "T-then, pinky promise me that you won't hurt me agai

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.

I raised my hand, stopping Anjali from scolding her. "Deal. " I said as she gave me her pinky finger, I raised my brow in confusion. She asked, "Promise?" Oh my goodness! I am gonna melt right away, "Promise, " I let out, laughing. "So can we go now?" She questions excitedly. But before I could reply, Anjali interrupts, "Not now, baby, he's here to talk about something important to Mama, " She explains. She flashes a sad look, "Don't worry, angel, I always keep my promise, " I stated, her face soon lifts in a grin.