His Broken Promise Novels & Stories

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

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

Nobody said anything for a second. “I held my post,” he said. “I did. Through the first time she cried, and the second time because I promised, and because you told me to.” He looked up at Darren, and his eyes were wet. “And then she said it hurt. And I broke it. I broke my promise, and I’m not sorry.”

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

Was he giving up? Lost in my thoughts his voice bought me back to reality, "Is there even a chance or should I just give it up." I shrugged, part of me wanted to tell him there was no way in hell but the other part of me wanted to crawl back in his arms and forget about the world. "I don't know Seth, I mean I love you, I love you so much but you broke my heart and I don't know if it can take being with you again. I'm done with your lies, I'm done with your promises." He had sat up not looking at me but out the window in front of us.

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

I said in a hushed whisper “You promised me. You made a promise to me” He turned to me tears filling his eyes as I shook my head People break promises and I could easily do that. “You promise me never to leave because of Eleanor. Please Emelia” He said holding my head tears falling from his eyes. “People break promises every day. So this shouldn’t be a surprise” I said to him as he lowered his head. He sunk onto the chair as he rubbed his forehead. There was an awkward silence only the sound of the machines in the room.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.