Love A Hollow Promise Novel Novels & Stories

His hands cupped the back of my head, pressing my ear against his sternum to listen to where a heartbeat would be. "I'm sorry for what had happened," Sol admitted into my hair. "I'm sorry that this is what you had had to go through. I swear to you…" He moved to look at me. "I swear that he will never lay a hand on you again." The vow broke something in me. Who was he? No, who was I to him that he could pledge something so unyieldingly unselfish? Did I even deserve it? I smiled and cupped his cheek. I didn't know much at that moment and a million uncertain thoughts were running through my mind. All I knew that I wanted for sure was his lips on mine.

And for the first time since all this began—since the Hollow, since Daemon, since Monroe’s voice haunted the edge of every decision—Damien felt something stir in his chest that wasn’t fear. It was hope. Raw. Quiet. But real.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’ll understand once we’re there. I promise,” she said, her gaze unwavering. “The Hollow. I know it sounds insane, but you need to come. You’ll finally get the truth.” The Hollow. The name itself was enough to make me pause. It was a place shrouded in mystery, a place that had always felt like it was both hidden and forbidden. It had a reputation, one that most people only whispered about in hushed tones. But now, Selena was asking me to go there, to trust her, to follow her into the unknown.

Like this was peace, like betrayal hadn’t just unfolded in front of them like a page from a blood-soaked storybook. And I just stood there frozen and didn’t clap or even try to smile. I couldn’t and nobody cares if I did because it seemed I had suddenly become invisible. I swallowed hard and I felt the tears coming, this wasn't the forever I was hoping, this wasn't the peace and love he had promised me, he should have fought for our love, do something. He said he loved me but now they were just empty promises. And at the moment, I felt something on me, someone’s eyes staring at me and I looked up. It was Aurelia, her eyes had somehow found me in the crowd

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

"From what I know, Mr. Foster’s legal wife is Ms. Shaw. They registered their marriage in Rosemont six years ago. Divorce isn’t possible there. That alone proves how strong their bond must be." My mind flashed back to the month Adrian had been away "on business" in Rosemont. When he returned, he had surprised me with my favorite dark chocolate. "I missed you so much, Lauren. Next time, I’ll take you to Rosemont myself and buy you the whole chocolate shop if you want." So that had been their honeymoon. He never fulfilled his promises to me. On the other hand, he and Chloe already had a son over two years old. Cold numbness consumed me. I was a joke. A fool. I couldn’t even remember how I made

The wedding horns sounded again, and firecrackers burst loudly through the village. Leo took my hand and led me out of my family's house. The moment we reached the entrance of Silver Hollow, my mother's tears began to fall. "Julia…" I knew what she was afraid of. In Silver Hollow, when a daughter married someone from far away, she might not come home for months. Some women who married too far away did not see their families for years. My nose stung, and my eyes turned red.

Holding his gaze, I responded, "I've cut you plenty of slack for five years, Uncle Liam. Every single time you denied me a raise, it was because we're family. Because we're family, I should work for peanuts? "Because we're family, I have to be the bigger person? Because we're family, I'm supposed to take the short end of the stick? Everyone in the factory knows I'm your nephew. "They literally wagered that I'm pulling in five figures easily. I can't even bring myself to tell them I only make five grand. My girlfriend went through five years of hardship with me—no heating in winter and a leaking roof in summer. "Last week, she packed her bags and left. She told me she wasn't afraid of the har

Rhona said slowly, "I'm done. Not just with you, but I'm going to stop talking to you completely. No texts, no conversations in the library. Nothing. I'm not going to be the girl who helps someone cheat." "You're not helping me cheat." "Not yet." "I'll break up with her," Adrian said, and he sounded like he meant it. "I promise." "Okay," Rhona said, and immediately felt like an idiot for saying it. They stayed at the coffee shop for another hour, talking about nothing important — classes, their families, stupid things that had happened that week. But underneath it all was this tension, this awareness that something had shifted between them. The touches got longer. His hand found hers again,

The words hit like sunlight piercing endless winter. The Hollow convulsed. Its massive black eye fractured visibly. Cracks spread through the darkness itself. The creator whispered in realization: “It cannot survive where grief and love coexist.” Because the Hollow only understood two states. Attachment. Or emptiness. It could not understand carrying pain while still choosing connection. The alternate Silas took one slow step toward the sky. Not angry. Not hateful. Just honest. “I’ll miss her forever.” The Hollow recoiled. The city lights brightened again.