Love Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

She pleaded, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Touched by her plea, I reached out and gently took her hands in mine. "You won't lose me, I promise," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. "Pinky promise," she whispered, stretching out her index finger towards me. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, charmed by her innocence and the seriousness she attached to our promise. "Pinky promise, Angel," I responded, intertwining my finger with her little one, sealing our pact.

Taking my time so if possible she would feel the amount of love I had for her in every press of my lips against her skin. "I promise on my eternal soul my love. I will always be by your side, pinky promise" I grinned wolfishly as she jutted out her pinky finger, waisting for me. With a chuckle I popped my pinky with hers, bringing her hand to my lips to press a salivating kiss to her knuckles.

Chapter 36 “Pinky promise?” She said, holding out her pinky to me. “What?” I asked. “Pinky promise me that her fate will not become mine.” She said. Humans are so strange, how does a pinky promise make her feel better? Whatever. I thought. “Ok. I pinky promise that her fate will not become yours.” I said, and we locked pinkies. Her heartbeat immediately started to calm down now, as if that little motion really did secure the deal. Humans were so strange with their ways.

He was making me feel tingly from inside. ‘’As long as it’s not ice cream. I will give everything to you. You just have to come back fast.’’ I said forwarding my pinky finger in front sealing the promise while he entangled my finger with his bog pinky finger looking at me with some weird but loved-filled eyes. ‘’Never forget the promise you made.’’ He said. ‘’’ Never ever,’’ I replied knowing that I will keep my promise on all conditions.

Despite the frustration that flashed in her eyes, Pixie simply nodded and held up a balled up hand with only her pinky sticking out. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it. "Pink promise." Pixie explained. "You lock your pinky with mine and then we shake." "Oh." Feeling annoyed by having to have something explained to me by a child, I did as she said, and we shook. Satisfied that our promise was set in stone, Pixie dropped her hand and scurried back to where Lindsey stood watching.

No one had ever looked at him the way Clara Hayes was looking at him now like he mattered. "Okay," he said, and shook her hand. Clara beamed. "Good. Now we're friends. And friends have pinky promises." "What's a p-pinky promise?" She held up her little finger. "You wrap your pinky around mine, and we make a promise. Pinky promises are unbreakable. You can never, ever break a pinky promise." Adrian wrapped his pinky around hers. "What are we p-promising?" "We're promising to always be friends. No matter what. Even if you move away or become a boring grown-up or turn into a cold CEO like the ones in the movies." She grinned. "You have to promise to remember me. Even when you're old and wrinkly

Despite the frustration that flashed in her eyes, Pixie simply nodded and held up a balled up hand with only her pinky sticking out. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it. "Pink promise." Pixie explained. "You lock your pinky with mine and then we shake." "Oh." Feeling annoyed by having to have something explained to me by a child, I did as she said, and we shook. Satisfied that our promise was set in stone, Pixie dropped her hand and scurried back to where Lindsey stood watching.

She raised her brows at him and eyed him suspiciously. "I promise I won't flirt with other girls again. I cross my heart . Hmmm " he wiggled his brows cutely "Pinky promise?? " She held out her little pink finger . "Kiss promise. " He kisses her again

“We’ll have more trips like this, baby. I promise. I’ll make time. The pack can survive without us for a week here and there. You deserve this peace. We both do.” I turned slightly in his arms so I could look at him. His silver-flecked eyes were soft, full of that pure love that still made my stomach flutter every time. “Pinky promise?” I asked, holding up my little finger like a silly pup, a small smile playing on my lips. He chuckled, the deep, warm sound vibrating through his chest. It made me giggle too. He hooked his much larger pinky with mine, squeezing gently. Then he leaned down and kissed me — slow and sweet, lips moving tenderly against mine. I melted into it, one hand coming up t

Wagging her pretty pinky finger my way sternly. “I promise for now.” Would that promise be kept?