Love A Hollow Promise Novel Novels & Stories

A gentle squeeze of my palm. It was like he was checking to make sure I was still real. I am real, I thought, looking at him. I’m not a ghost yet. Even if this world tries to turn me into one. I started to talk, mostly to fill the space, but also because I knew he was listening in a way no one else ever had. "I used to think that being loved meant being told beautiful things," I said, looking at the distant mountains. "I wanted poems and promises. But I think I was wrong. Promises are just words. They can be broken as easily as they’re spoken."

And fear, Promise knew, was heavy enough to crush both love and hope if left unchecked. One night, as the village slept and the drums fell silent, Promise lay awake on her mat. She could still hear Daniel’s voice in her head — cages are made by men, and men can break them. She turned those words over until they no longer felt like comfort, but like a command. She placed her hand on the magazine hidden under her mat, pressing it to her chest. “They may have written a secret before I could speak,” she whispered to the dark, “but I will write my own story before I die.”

Ethan listens intently, his gaze never wavering, his keen intellect and genuine interest captivating her. In him, Barbara senses a kindred spirit, a man who seems to grasp the complexities of her situation without the burden of judgment or expectation. His words, carefully chosen and laced with empathy, offer a balm to her wounded soul, a chance of hope in the darkness that has consume her. The possibility of a future with Ethan, one free from the shadows of her past, begins to take root in Barbara's mind. She finds herself drawn to the stability and support he offers, the promise of a new chapter untainted by the betrayal she has endured.

“No. It changes you and perhaps the way you see the world, but it doesn’t jade you. The person that jaded me is me.” He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, and peered over the top of his Ray-Bans. “I don’t believe you. Something jaded you.” A small, dry laugh left me and I looked away. “Sleep with enough men who promise forever to a woman then go away on business while she’s sitting at home rocking a baby to sleep and you see how hollow love is. How easily promises can be broken.” Nothing but the sound of the boat against the water surrounded us for an uncomfortable moment.

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

The expanse split, revealing a truth her hollowness wasn’t a flaw but the nexus’s strength, a void that held love, not despair. The third twist struck: Novis reached out, its hand touching her heart, and the expanse erupted, her companions’ love pouring into her, their glows, Kade’s fire, Selene’s light, Lucas’s spark, Bryan’s hope igniting her hollowness, her glow blazing anew.

Poison knew that it was a promise she shouldn't make but all the same she nodded her head. " I promise, " she whispered, determined to keep this promise. Sweet girl leaned up to kiss her lover on the lips and in silent agreement had gone back to their room for another round of lovemaking, breakfast forgotten. Their lovemaking that morning had been bittersweet. It had felt as if they were trying to get into each other skin like this was going to be last time they will ever touch one another. When the evening came and the message arrived that the car that will convey Poison to the place for the hunt was downstairs she had extracted a promise from her lover not to follow. A promise that Sweet

“I’ll do whatever it takes, Shimma. I know Doctor Ryle is gone….and he can’t change that. But whoever did this has to pay. And I’ll make sure of that….. I promise.” I didn’t answer. I watched him……..his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his shoulders hunched as if carrying something heavy……and I felt both grateful and suffocated. He wanted to fix this for me, to fix all of it. But the promises felt like a lie because of the hollowness that had settled in my chest. Would things ever go back to normal again?…….Will my mother ever find love and happiness again?

The god splitter ax overloaded its heart causing the battle-ax to explode in a flash of white light sending shrapnel in all directions ripping apart the possessed and Silver hammer who tried to attack the team. The Light in Khorn’s eyes slowly faded as he saw not the broken throne or dead around him but the beautiful grasslands of Requiem a lingering scent of wild roses around him. Over the vast hill of grass and flowers, his eyes teared up as he saw a woman and child atop the hill. Tears began to fall from his face as he ran towards the woman to see the family he lost come to greet him. Khorn’s heartbeat loudly for the first time as he grieved to see his wife and child.

Then I remembered the happenings of the previous night. Him tearing my sleeves, forcing me, my pleadings, everything. Then I realized that he had raped me. I have been tortured again. Why can't God let me live happily? I felt a little pain in my chest. How could he rape me? Did my tears not affect him? Is he so heartless? Why did he do this to me? Why am I in this situation? Why me? He not only raped my body, but he raped my soul too. After what he did yesterday, I will always hate him. I thought he was not like those businessmen who only think about their profit, but no, I was wrong. All men are the same. They think about themselves. I can't believe he is such a heartless criminal. It's m