His Promise Was Paper Thin Novels & Stories

“Damn it! Do you think this is funny? Dom has always loved you! Ever since you rejected him back then, you shattered him so completely that he turned into some reckless, aimless playboy. “And then, the moment you beckoned him back, he came running to you again! But when you said he lacked loyalty, he went and found this rebound girlfriend just to please you. What more do you want? His sincerity doesn’t deserve to be trampled on like this!” “So what? I’ve never seen someone so infatuated like him before. I just wanted to see how far he’d go for me. He’s doing it willingly—why are you so worked up about it?”

She felt even more miserable for the suspicions she foolishly instilled in him. -Just don't do it again. -I won't do it. -He said confidently. -Is it a promise? -There was a long silence on the other end of the line. -If you need that assurance, then yes. I promise. - Bethany wished she could trust his word, but the time she had known him was no guarantee.

I said, my voice cracking into a whisper. A low him was all I could hear from Anna, and her silence said a lot. She didn't know what else to say. I gently wiped my tears, “But don't worry, he's not worth my time like you said. I'd try to get over him and I'd be strong.” “Promise?” Anna asked, her voice ringing with hope. I exhaled deeply, “Yes, I promise.” “That's my girl! I love you. Now make sure to wipe those tears, and start looking like the queen that you are!” She cheered on and I could only smile, it still hurts me deeply.

“I will if it happens again. Then I would take out ads in papers and tell the entire country. All of this after jumping your ass, of course.” He took a shaky breath. “I don't need the threats, Gavin. I made a mistake and I'd correct it.” “Those are not theats,” I said. “Threats are for enemies and strangers. For people I love, I make them promises. Promises I intend to keep.” I lent him a hand, which he took, and I pulled him back to his feet. “Speaking of promises, you've failed to keep one to me.” He frowned. “Which one?”

All I can do is move forward and hope to do the right by myself and Roy. "Don't cry," he shushes me. "You know I hate to see you cry." "Do you promise things are going to be better from now on?" I ask with a sniffle. "Yes, I promise." His words sounded empty as they lack the heat, lack the conviction I needed to hear but I desperately held on to it. I let him hold me, holding on to that promise...no matter how shaky it was.

I grumbled, I didn’t want to have false hope. Thomas laughed out loud, because she always liked to tease me and she knew very well that she had no intention of getting married anymore. “We'll talk later, I have to work, I called you to tell you and give me some advice, but I can already tell that you're worse than me...” “Okay then, have a good day, neighbor kisser... “

“Can you promise me something?” “Anything.” “Can you promise me that you’ll call me so I can see Siena’s face every morning and every evening?” I requested. I trusted Christian to take care of Siena because he was a good dad. I did not question his abilities as a parent, but I could only enjoy my day if I knew Siena was fine. “I will,” Christian promised. “You’re not going away for a week, so I think you should relax—but I promise you, I will.”

For fear that he would slip right off, “They are here, okay? Help is here already; you will be fine” “Pro-promise me…” he breathed slowly, weakly holding my gaze. “Promise me, that you will stay safe, no matter what. That you will happy, no matter what… promise me.” “No,” I disagreed, not wanting to entertain the thoughts raging in me. “I will be fine, because you will be here. No need to make any promises,” “Pr-promise me!” he groaned out, his tone wanting to be firmer as pains from that little movement coursed through him. “Promise me…”

Cassian texted while I was drying dishes. You feel different lately, he wrote. In a good way. I smiled. I think I stopped waiting for reassurance, I replied. And started trusting the shape of my life. A pause. That’s a promise you keep every day, he wrote back. That was the thing. This promise wasn’t about what might happen. It was about how I was showing up consistently, quietly, without apology. It didn’t ask for witnesses. It didn’t demand guarantees. It didn’t need to be dressed up to be real.

Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle. But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it. That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.” I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken. He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.” I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both. As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed