Lagu Ost Promise Novels & Stories

Next thing I knew, I was being dragged down to the old cistern under the manor. Freezing water snapped me back fast. The pain in my chest kept spiking. The strega smiled like this was all a game and shoved a phone into my hand. "You've been punished, Signora Leone. Call him back." My hands were shaking so bad I could barely dial. Just once—just this once—I wanted Orlando to choose me. After a dozen rings, I got her. "Hello?" Sweet. Flirty. Fake. Pain stabbed deeper, but I forced the words out. "Put Orlando on."

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

The clouds parted overhead, revealing a few scattered stars. One shone particularly bright. Chase looked at it, lost in thought. "Ever read The Princess and the Frog?" My mind was blank. "What?" "There was this firefly crazy about a star," he explained. "And he named it Evangeline." I nodded dumbly. "Yeah, and then?" Along the shore, the waves had frozen in place, forming undulating layers of white. New surges shoved fresh snow forward in a rhythmic dance. "Nora," he murmured.

"I'll prove my love to you, Christopher. If you're happy with something I do, give me a star. When you fill up a whole mason jar with paper stars, you'll be the one to propose to me." He held the jar and cried tears of joy like a child who'd gotten the best birthday present of his life. He wouldn't stop making promises, both to me and himself.

He was not sure what he wanted from her. He was obviously excited by her fear, yet bothered by it. “Who marries just because of a childhood promise. Why is mine coming to hunt? I also promised to give my childhood neighbor four children, is he also going to pop out?” she blurted and his cold gaze swept over her. “Your mouth is really quick, isn’t it? It moves before your brain can keep up,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she lowered her head. “I won’t kill you? At least not to keep my secret,” he said in frustration.

“Jackson Yunan Rock, accept Luke Yunan as your lawful husband, promise to love and respect her? “ the master of ceremonies asked. I felt my fiancée's hands shaking and she took a deep breath, becoming more nervous than before. She knew what the answer would be, but I saw fear on her face. “Of course I accept. “She said, looking deep into her eyes, because she knew how this day had been marked in her before, but as a trauma and that now it would be a memory. At that moment Drogo and Wiskas entered the Church with a basket of rings, walking on the carpet towards us. Drogo wore an outfit imitating a suit and Wiskas wore a white dress. The guests smiled even more, being dazzled by their intellig

I had gasped in horror and quickly knocked on the wooden nightstand three times, as if trying to ward off bad luck. "Don’t talk nonsense!" Noah laughed then. He stared at me, his expression unusually serious. "You cry too much. What are you going to do without me? So, Chloe, when we grow up, I’ll marry you." I nodded eagerly, linking my pinky with his. "Pinky promise—cross my heart, a hundred years, no take-backs! We made a deal! When we grow up, Noah Wells has to marry Chloe Sanders!" Before I knew it, tears slipped down my cheeks.

When he held her hand and put a loving look on her face, he asked, "When will you meet the little bird again?" Her heart sank at that question; she hated to be reminded when they said goodbye to each other, "We will meet soon," she smiled, "I promise, love." "Promises don't always mean anything, Emily," he sighed as she turned away from him. "Please tell me that this time you really will." She nodded, "I promise..." "Emily, are you okay?" she again heard Esen's voice. She looked again at the closed door and turned her face towards him, "I promise we will meet again very soon. But right now, I am on duty. And I have come to meet you on the pretext of stomach pain."

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 explained and they listened attentively. “What forbidden promise do you guys have?” Adrian asked. Amana was not able to use her promise and was not able to determine what kind of promise they have. “I have the strengthening promise and my husband has the killing promise where he can kill someone else’s promise and I can make someone else’s promise stronger.” Caselyn stated. They asked them questions and found out things that the academy is hiding. They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups.