Never Is A Promise Novels & Stories

While I sat at home in pajamas, trying not to feel foolish for waiting. Birthdays passed with late excuses. Anniversaries blurred into postponed dinners. Holidays became “I promise I’ll be there soon” spoken through static and background chatter. Promises stacked up like fragile glassware—and one by one they cracked. But the pinky promises? Those were different. He never used them lightly. Neither did I.

Never, I promise myself. Never.

"I don't understand." "Well, baby, there are promises that aren't fulfilled unintentionally. For example, let's say your Uncle Caius promised to buy you stickers but couldn't keep them because he had to buy something for a school project. Or, for instance, I promised you we'd go to the mall, but I had an emergency." "That's understandable," Summer replied, but she still seemed sad. "Yes. Of course, we still have to be careful when we make promises. If you can do it, then you should. The word "promise" is used to assure you'll do what you said. "

What could I promise without lying? Finally, I wrote: *I can't promise to be perfect. I'm broken in ways that might never fully heal. But I promise to be honest. To fight for us. To never control you or manipulate you. To be your partner, not your owner. To build a life together on our terms. That's all I can offer. But I offer it completely.* Simple. True. Mine. Marcus showed me his: *I promise to protect you without controlling you. To love you without owning you. To stand beside you, not in front of you. To be patient with your healing. To never make you feel small. To build whatever kind of life you want. That's my vow.*

"He won't do anything to me. Don't worry." "Steph…" Jenny looked concerned. "It's no use. He won't make that promise. Even if he promises you, there's no way you can guarantee that he keeps his word." Paul was a man who dealt with both the authorities and the underworld; breaking a promise was second nature to him.

He held the liberty to call on me anytime he liked, be that midnight or at the break of dawn. It was basically a modern slave contract. At least, the salary was high. My hands hovered over the paper. I didn't want to sign off my life to him for the next six months. I didn't even want to have any contact with him after today. "You can forget the money if you don't agree." He reminded me after noticing my hesitance. "Decide fast, I don't have the whole day." I instantly made up my mind and my hand moved to sign my name at the bottom of the contract.

i point. " I won't ever i promise, i'm tired of the late punishment"

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.

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

“Don’t worry, Bryce,” I declared. “I won’t.” I looked him in the eyes. “I will never love you. Ever. That's a promise.” If I was a little doubtful that my hunch was right back then — that there was something wrong about this whole setup — now I am sure of it. There really is something wrong about this. I just can’t figure out what it is.