Novel & Cerita His Promise Was Paper Thin

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

He said and Lisa looked at him with a confused face “ What promise?? ” she asked “ To always trust each other no matter what ” he said bringing out his pinky promise finger “ No matter what happen, no matter what we hear about each other,or see,,let’s trust each other ” he said . . . To be continued ...

Congrats on finally getting your wish! When I refreshed the page, the post had already vanished. I put my phone down, a slow smile spreading across my face. 'Guess you know homewreckers don't shine too well in the spotlight.'

I should be the one thinking straight between the two of us but… The corner of his lips curved into a big smile and his eyes sparkled. “We promised each other that we would always stick with each other through thick and thin. I have not been doing any efforts to keep the end of my promise but this time, I will.” I remembered the promise… We're so young when we made that promise to each other. However, we never lived by it. I guess we were young, dumb and desperate when we made the promise. We never heed the promise, doing the exact opposite.

he was stupid though, how could one promise something when they didn’t even know what it was. “Anything, are you sure?” he quickly nodded. “Yes, anything. You name it.” I nodded getting closer to him then bent to be in his eye level. “Bring back the old woman your sedative killed.” His face paled and the hope he had a minute ago vanished. “Oh, Xander, how can you make a promise a minute ago and want to break it a minute later?” I slightly tilted my head. He was no longer looking at me now. he hung his head low looking defeated.

He saw the tears I had not wiped away, feeling sorry for me. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to say those things earlier, I never thought you deserved any of that..." Maverick heard him and stormed over, grabbing Alfred by the collar, fuming. "Alfred, you dare to look down on her? Did you forget what you promised me? You said you cared about Helen, that you'd never look down on her, and now, after such a short time, you dare to bring up that incident to shame her?"

It's a promise. I search his face for some hint of hesitation, some shadow of the man who used to measure every gesture by what it could cost him. But it’s not there. He says it like it’s fact, like there’s nothing in the world that could pull that promise out of him once it’s made. “You make it sound easy,” I murmur.

She didn't know if he would come back to her, it was as if she was just hoping to get snow in the Philippines. "I would love to—" "You love to?" "I want you to promise me that you’ll come back," she whispered. She knows that’s impossible, she just wanted to hear it from Josh. She wants to hold on to his promise. “Please, promise me.” “Promise, I’ll be back. I'll be back; I'll get you and your siblings.” What she was about to say was cut off when he touched her lips to her. It was enough for her to hear his promise. She was stunned for only a few seconds and was able to respond to every movement of his lips.

“Are you going to believe me?” “If by some miracle, Gabe ends up with this person… I won’t believe it’s by chance. I’ll know you were telling the truth. About everything.” “Promise?” Shane asked as he lifted his promise finger. This big strong man who has given me nothing but hell since the moment he walked into my life was asking me to make him a pinky promise. I bit my lower lip, dropped my hand from his hair, and wrapped mine around his. “Promise.”

She sighs and gets up from the floor slowly, she grunts and whispers to his hearing, “Why? Why don’t you want me? You promised me, how could you forget the promise that you made to me? Do you know, this promise has held me up and kept me alive? You have given hope and now, you tell me that it’s baseless?” He sneers and replies to her, “A kid’s promise is a kid’s promise. It’s time to grow up, Cecelia otherwise, you might shorten your pathetic life.” She snorts and cleans her nose and the tears descending her eyes and questions, looking up at his back,