Movie Broken Promises Novels & Stories

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.

"I promise" "I promise"

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

The bookshelf which was once filled with her favorite books was now nearly empty with one or two books lying here and there, rest of the books were either torn in half and were lying on the floor or they were burned and were now nothing but ashes. The photo frame holding a picture of him and Liza gazing at each other was now broken and shards of glass were strewn across the floor and the picture itself was now ripped just like his heart. He wondered where the love which was filled in the eyes of the man and woman gazing at each other in the picture had faded away leaving nothing but a blank look. The pain of betrayal had crushed his soul; it had cut him deeper than any knife could. Along wit

she whispered, the pain in her voice unmistakable as her tears continued to fall. Lucas watched in stunned silence as the tears streamed down her face, his heart breaking at the sight. He had never seen Clarissa so vulnerable, so lost in her own pain. It was as if the truth she had kept locked away for so long had finally been unleashed, and it left him speechless. He had always known there was something different about their love, something they could never fully explain, but to see her in this much pain over it made him question everything he had ever known about love. How could something as simple as their worlds being different keep them apart when all he felt for her was real? As Claris

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

You promised me! But the dead can't keep promises.

I nodded with understanding, then faced down to look at the maroonish-reddish contents of my wine flute before looking up at the slowly darkening sky. "I am really not a relationship guy," I confessed out of a sudden. "I can't promise not to fuck this whole thing up, but one thing I can tell you..." I turned to look at her face. She was watching me intently, her eyes moving about my eyes as though she was hunting for any sign of deceit. This time, I meant business. "I promise to be there any time to pick up the pieces of your broken heart." My voice was above a whisper. "Even if you are the one to break it?" She eyed me through the rim of her wine flute. I chuckled and then faced ahead, lean

I muttered under my breath, staring at the picture as though he would answer me. “You promised to be a good husband to me.You promised to be there for me through thick and thin.You promised to love me till the end of times and never to betray me.What happened? What went wrong? Why did you break all the promises you made to me?What did I do wrong?''I talked to the picture as though it had ears. All the vows and promises that Lucas made to me were broken.I recalled the day we tied the knot as if it was yesterday.It was one of the happiest days of my life because I was getting married to the man that I loved so much.

I shake my head. I wanted him to believe me, him, Maddox and Rowan are the only ones I expected to vouch for me, they're the people I expected to defend me and say it wasn't true. No one knew me better, they were my best friends, but he avoided me when they returned, and I understood why. “It's okay.” “It’s not,” he sucks in a breath, his eyes watering. “I broke my promise.” He looks like he’s about to cry, and my own tears are persistent. “It doesn’t matter.”