I Promessi Sposi Novels & Stories

He stands straight, passing a small smile to everyone. "...Domani si sposa con la nostra cara Lucia, la figlia del nostro miglior spacciatore Carlo Romano!" (...Is getting married to our dear Lucia tomorrow, the daughter of our best drug contractors, Carl Bianchi!) We move our gaze to Mr. Bianchi who walks upto the stage. A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty.

"I promise you, Sophia, I will always be here for you and our future children. I will do everything in my power to give you the life you deserve." Sophia felt tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. "I know you will, Fabio. And I promise to love you and support you every step of the way. Together, we can achieve anything." They sealed their promises with a kiss, the setting sun casting a golden glow around them. At that moment, they knew that their future was bright and filled with endless possibilities. They were ready to face whatever challenges came their way, secure in the knowledge that their love would guide them through.

"We stood the same, looked the same, made the same promises. The first promise stands for love, we promised to love each other unconditionally. The second one stands for trust, we promised to trust each other at any cost. The third one stands for honesty, we promised to be honest with each other. The fourth one stands for purity, we promised to be for no one but each other. The fifth one stands for happiness, we promised to be each other's happiness. The sixth one stands for unity, we promised to live as one soul. The seventh one stands for eternity, we promised to live together and die together." A weird silence consumed both of us, and after a while, I felt the urge to question. "What happ

So many stories he never had the chance to tell me. "They made a promise to each other," Attorney Castillo continued quietly. I slowly lifted my eyes toward him. His expression had suddenly become serious. "A promise they both intended to keep..." He paused. "...even after death."

He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do. “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me. How can I fulfill my promise, when even in the darkness and danger that surrounds him, I’m hauled like a moth to a flame?

Their promises echoed the depth of their bond, vows exchanged in the midst of tumultuous times, vows that held their spirits steadfast through trials and tribulations. Deep: We promised to stand by each other, no matter what. To weather the storms together and cherish the moments of tranquility. Gia nodded, her voice resonating with unwavering commitment. Gia: Yes, and we pledged to trust each other implicitly, to find strength in our shared experiences, and to support one another through every obstacle. The night seemed to wrap them in a cocoon of intimacy; each word exchanged was an affirmation of their unbreakable bond. As they reminisced about their promises, the tranquility of the night

"I'm asking as a favor. I want you to promise me something." "Tell me." "Whatever happens during this year... whatever you find out about me or my family..." I took a breath. "I want you to promise you'll tell me the truth, no games, no secrets. If you're going to end this marriage, I want to know why." He studied me for a long moment; the wind moved his hair across his forehead. His jaw tightened. "I promise," he said. I didn't believe him. How could I? He was a De Luca; promises meant nothing to men like him. But I signed anyway and put the pen to the paper and wrote my name.

I would’ve crushed his windpipe if he dared touch my woman. Her eyes bore into mine over Matteo’s shoulder. So I do what any normal fuck in our world do, I smile. She promises trouble, she can try all she wants but at the end she is disposable. Nothing more than a pawn in this game. When Matteo becomes a made man and a good one at that she will be disposed because he will be engaged to Rossa Moretti.

His fingers are warm and confident, the way he grips a pen before he signs something irreversible. “This isn’t for them,” he says quietly. “This is for you.” The words should ease the tightness in my chest. They don’t. They rearrange it into something more complicated. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say. “I don’t,” he answers. We both know that’s not true anymore. The board brunch is a blur of names and teeth. They’re all there—the men who own pieces of the sky. Elias, smirking. Two others I recognize from G****e and the expressions of waiters who wish they were anywhere else.

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h