Love Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

I looked at him with a tear-stricken face and saw that he was also on the verge of tears. “Alright, I can’t bear seeing you like this.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to explain everything to you, but can you promise that you’ll also explain your situation to me?” He held out his pinky for me. A pinky promise? Just like the one we did when I was young. I hooked my pinky finger onto his and said, “Okay, pinky promise.” “Who’s going to start?” He asked. “I want you to start,” I responded.

I was sure it would be a good experience for them and it would help me forget about my run in with the asshole. "Do you promise?" Chloe asked giving me an uncertain look. "Of course." I said balling my hand into a fist and only leaving my pinky out. "Pinky promise." Chloe eyed my hand for a moment before giving a nod and presenting her pinky to me. Locking it with mine she gave a smile as we shook on it. "It’s a promise." Chloe said before letting go and returning her attention to the game at hand. "You two have fun!" I called before entering the house.

And she raised her pinky finger, “Pinky promise.” Smiling, I crossed my pinky finger with her, “Yeah, pinky promise.”

"Thought you left." "I will, soon. What happened?" she frowned looking at his face. The bartender grimaced, then turned to the back, pulling out his phone. "That was good, Mr. Bartender," he pulled out the box to give him, inside two fingers : ring finger and pinky finger. "No pinkie promises." "What is it?" the girl asked. Suspicious? Clever girl. "Nothing. You and I gonna be happy because I am singing a song!" "Seriously?"

​"Promise." ​He held out his little pinky finger. I hooked mine right through his, pulling our hands close between us. ​"Pinky promise," I whispered. "You cannot break a pinky promise. It's against the rules." ​"I know," he said, his small face set in stone. "That is why I will never break it." ​I believed him. I believed him with my whole heart, and I held onto that memory for years. I thought nothing could ever tear us apart.

He took my finger in his and nodded. "Pinky promise"

Shamelessly Liam confessed, pecking her lips. “Baby…” Amber whispered. “I will be gentle and nothing will happen to the baby…” He paused and added” Promise” Amber blinked her eyes and asked “Pinky promise” Out of habit, her pinky finger was standing, and all fingers curled. Liam smiled, kissing her forehead, taking her small finger with his, he replied” Pinky promise". Liam smiled once she nodded. He opened her hand and cupped her face, giving a gentle kiss on her lips, and soon turned it hungry. His tongue thrust into her mouth, sucking her tongue, and her lower rims his hand playing with her nipples.

After all, she knew better than anyone how easy it was for him to give in to his desires, now that he finally tasted the pleasures of the physical flesh. "Are you really going to keep your word?" She lifted her hand, extending her pinky. "No backing out, okay? Pinky promise." "How old are you? Only kids make pinky promises," Adrian said teasingly, but he still smiled and lifted his hand to make a pinky promise with her. Giggling, she declared, "A pinky promise means no backing out!" She cupped his face and kissed him. Adrian looked at her with an affectionate smile. Did she say no backing out? Well, he hadn't promised to do that.

She must have noticed, because then she said, “It’s called a pinky swear.” That still didn’t make much sense. “Once our pinky fingers are interlocked, the promise must never be broken. Or else…” She paused dramatically. “The person who breaks it will suffer bad luck forever.” Her expression was so serious, it had to be the truth. My eyes widened, astonished by this fact. Who knew a pinky held such great power? “You promise?” she asked. I swallowed thickly, then slowly lifted my hand and hooked my pinky with hers.

"All right, for the sake of our sanity... we’re going to abstain from drinking." Dane lifts her hand and raises her pinky finger. Is this bitch fucking serious? I laughed a little as I shook my head. “Daniella.” Was my only warning. “DO IT!” And there it is, the ever so classy pinky-promise. It makes me feel like a child again. Like the old times, this pinky finger holds our binding promise to each other. “Look at me.” "What?" Was my short answer. "I have a question for you."