Never Is A Promise Novels & Stories

He looked up, a glimmer of hope reigniting in his eyes. "You can pay on a monthly basis. I'll give you a 30-day payment term." That glimmer died, replaced by an unreadable expression. "12,000 dollars? That's what you charge your family?" "Family, huh?" I reiterated, savoring the words. "Uncle Liam, do you know what that word means in my book? In my book, treating someone like family means paying them on time, not ripping them off, and not weaponizing blood ties to haggle on prices. I'm sure you know the state of your factory better than I do, Uncle Liam.

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

"What..?" "But then a problem came up.. you see Avery once I promised someone something I ​never​ break it, and I promised him that I will make sure you marry Vincent and no one else. So if I were to break my promise it would cause a bad effect on my employees, partners and staff.. they will think I'm not a man of my words anymore... But you sweetheart, you are worth breaking every promise on the earth." "What are you talking about!?"

When wandering the streets of Tenth Avenue in Mulverna all on my own, I never knew a person could feel such utter despair in a lifetime. Just like an idiot, I was played by Spencer Jacobson. I was lost and didn't know what to do. My phone still showed the text message that he had just sent me. It read, "Bindi, there are some urgent work matters I need to attend to. I'm leaving ahead of time." The stark contrast between his message and Natalia Saar's latest Facebook update was simply absurd.

He might never be able to take her life. Pulling his hands down, he clutched her waist softly and gently tugged her closer against his chest. “I am never going to kill you….I promise. Happy, now?” His words froze Allura's soul. She looked at him through her watery eyes. Was he even aware of what kind of promise he had been giving her? What was she even thinking? A man like him didn't even know the real meaning of a promise, so she should never believe in his promises.

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

Not a threat. A promise. And then he was gone.

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

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

It was a promise. *_*