His Promise Was Paper Thin Novels & Stories

He shook his head, scooting closer to her. “Please promise me you’ll understand,” She sniffed and looked away. “I will understand you the same way you’ve understood me,” He placed his hand on top of hers. “Kai…” She licked her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She stopped because words could make things real in a way that terrified her. “If it’s what we need, do it,” he finished for her, small and iron-strong. “But Lena—promise me you’ll do it only for us. Not for anything else. Promise me you won’t lose yourself.” She looked at him—really looked—at the freckle near his eyebrow, the way his hair fell into his eyes, the steady kindness of his small, battered hands. “I promise,” she whispered. The promise trembled on her lips like a candle flame.

In all the years I'd spent by his side, I'd never seen him humble himself like this. He was begging me now. But who had I begged during those long, painful years of unrequited love? Then it hit me that love didn't fade gradually. It vanished in a single, shattering moment. That flame that had been sustaining me had flickered out. And once cold, it could never be rekindled. I pried his hands from my shoulders, my voice soft but firm. "It's too late." His face was drenched, rain soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair flat against his forehead. The downpour seemed to weigh him down, layer by layer, until his pride finally cracked and shattered under the pressure.

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

“And you are going to help me find those letters. All of them. Not because I owe you forgiveness, and not because I'm ready to trust everything you tell me, but because I refuse to let someone else decide which parts of my life I'm allowed to see.” Moises nodded. “You have my word.” “Don't give me another promise you can't keep.” The words wounded him, and she saw it. But he didn't argue. He only lowered his eyes for a moment, acknowledging that promises had become cheap in a life where so many people had used them to disguise their fear. “Then I won't ask you to believe the promise,” he said. “I'll show you what I can do.” Something inside Miyaka loosened, though the pain remained.

He's quiet for a long moment, turning that over, and when he speaks his voice has gone very low. “I'm not going to lie to you and promise nothing could ever go wrong between us,” he says. “I don't believe in promises like that. I made one once, and I kept it in every way a man can keep a promise, and the world broke it for me anyway.” His jaw tightens, just slightly, the old grief surfacing and receding like a tide.

My girlfriend's mother, Katherine Wells, had Alzheimer's disease and kept mistaking my buddy for her daughter's boyfriend. No matter how many times I explained that I was the one dating her daughter, she'd forget moments later and grab my buddy, calling him her son-in-law. With no other option, Kimberly Westwood asked my buddy to play along. "Don't worry, Ryan," he assured me. "It's just an act." Kimberly promised me the same thing. "Ryan, once my mother's condition stabilizes, we'll get engaged." But I ended up waiting three years. During our first New Year's celebration, my buddy stood in my place in the family photo, his arm around Kimberly as they smiled at the camera. The followi

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

“I could divorce you after all of this, you know that—and you’re still doing all of this.” “I know,” Aria blushed, looking down. “I’ve thought about that many times, but then I came to the realization that I just want you to be happy, Vince.” She raised her head again. “I want to show you that you are just as good, if not better than the Lambertis—and I will do that.” “Okay.” I simply replied. “Okay,” Aria repeated, suddenly reaching out her pinky before locking it with mine. “I do need you to promise that you’ll at least try and give me a chance—deal?”

He wanted to break his promise, but in his entire life he has broken only one promise years back (The one which he did with his Little Sparrow in Her Bidder), other than that it was impossible to make Sebastian Knight break his promise. To be continued…