Novel & Cerita I Promessi Sposi

After three years of working with the man, it was easy to spot and even easier to work with. “Sai che non faccio promesse che non posso mantenere.” (You know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.) I locked eyes with Emiliana who was choking up in front of me. She knew exactly what I was implying, I only hoped she realised how much I loved her, the lengths I was willing to go to in order to protect her. “Promettimi che non le farai del male.” (Promise me you won’t hurt her.) I knew I was asking the impossible, I was expecting it.

“Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.” “I promise.” I said holding out my pinkie. He suddenly left my hair to fall over my shoulders. “I promise too.” He said and crossed his fingers before me. We laughed. “What’s this?” He asked me. “I don’t know, I think this is how we promise where I come from.” “Okay, let’s do it your way.” He said holding out his pinkie too. “So just like this?” I hooked my pinkie with his and we smiled. “It’s a promise then.” He said smiling down at me.

Upon the new command base located at the northern district of New Hope city, Kent and His captain and countless others stood silently as they looked upon the black stone tablet that held the names of countless warriors that gave their lives in the battle. Kent sighed looking upon his glass “Warriors of Faith hear me, Today we stand on the edge of a promise made long ago, a promise to our families and brothers who fell defending Requiem, we swore that day to defend the innocent and punish the treacherous. On this day, we stand before our brothers both old and new to right the wrongs of the past and pave a new future together. I ask you to raise thy glass in honor of the fallen and may the god

She grinned at him then tossed her pretty head, ‘Non fare promesse che non manterrai papà.’ [Don’t make promises you won’t keep Daddy to be.] He grabbed her to him and kissed her hard, ‘Bambina, credimi, non sto facendo alcuna promessa e lo sai.’ [Baby girl, trust me I am not making any promises and you know that.] Gabriella giggled and kissed him back before pushing him away, ‘Va bene, bullo, ora vai a fare il tuo lavoro, io ho il mio lavoro da fare.’ [Okay bully now go do your own work, I have my own work to do.]

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

I sighed, "I'm trying to do this the way you want me to. I'm trying to be the girl you want me to be but it's making me miserable. I swear to fucking God Seth if you fucked that bitch I am..." Seth charged me pulling me into his arms and giving me a kiss that was wow, just wow. "It's about time you yelled at me. I don't even care. Yell, scream, do whatever you have to. I promise you nothing happened. If you would have let me talk you would have known she just showed up at that damn restaurant. We weren't leaving together, she was following me as I was leaving because she kept trying to be all in my space." I leaned my head against his shoulder for a second before pushing him back, "I'm not p

Sebastian promised. **********************************************************

"Sleep here. With me." "I always do." "No, I mean actually sleep. Not the one where you're half-listening to hear the footsteps." A weak smile, his fingers creeping beneath my hair to cradle the back of my head. "I'll try my best." "Promise?" "Prometto, amore mio." The words hummed against my ear, and something deep inside me relaxed. The tightness that had coiled for days began to uncurl. Minutes passed on. Maybe hours. The movie ended, credits rolling in silence while the rain served as its own soundtrack.

Not flirtatious—just intent. We talked a little longer until the tension finally settled like dust. Eventually, the night wound down, but I barely slept. Because tonight was La Promessa. And Sienna was marrying a man she didn’t want to marry. . By evening, we were dressed, styled, perfumed, and emotionally exhausted. My stomach had been twisting since morning. Sienna looked beautiful—but in the way a porcelain doll looked beautiful: perfectly arranged, perfectly painted… and breakable. She squeezed my hand as we stepped out of the car.

"But I'm not letting go." "Promise?" "Promise." --- E