Romans & histoires Never Is A Promise

“What can I do, I can’t break the contract. My boss is quite capable of firing me. “I commented. “ Make up an excuse, tell another organizer about...! “You don't know my boss and the rule is clear, if I don't comply with the contract, I'll be penalized... “I said, remembering Dereck's cold look. “And you know what, I have no reason to run away. I didn’t do anything wrong!” “Luke, I think it's too risky... “Thomas looked at me, wondering what he was going to do. “He's going to have to swallow me and I'm going to give him the best wedding he's ever had! “I took another sip of coffee decidedly. “It won't bother you?

Not forgetting the importance of this deal maker between us for an age of time. “Pinkie promise is pretty much the most unbreakable bond known to man.” He smiles, that unguarded Hollywood special that he reserves for rare occasions and dazzles all the doubt left from within me away. All signs of anger dissipate between us and just two young kids, like we always were, stand in the dark making pacts. We have done this a million times before, but never with the weight of this particular promise, and never in connection to something so especially important.

He says. I furrowed my brows at him, "How?" "If she didn't have run away, I wouldn't have married to you, " I nodded in agreement, "However, it's so funny, no?" "What is funny?" "That a promise changed our lives forever." "Yes, do you remember you once asked me why I didn't wish in the temple and I said my previous wish is still pending so I stopped believing in it?" I nodded, confused, not understanding what he wanted to say, "I remember, why?"

“If you can’t make a promise--I mean magic you can’t survive this place and you look like you know nothing about magic.” “Why do you call them promises?” She doesn't know where that information comes from, she also just met Tracey but it’s like she knows everything about her. “Cause parents promise their children their magic.” “What? Why don't we just call it magic?” “Because promises are meant to be broken right?” “Yeah so what?”

He blurted out, confused abd utterly perturbed. "Because you never keep to your promises." She stated firmly. "I told you before didn't I? I told you that promises as sacred and can never be broken but you always break them right after you make them to me, so I think that it will be of our best interest if you don't make any promises concerning this matter." "Serenity?" Andre called softly, willing her to look at him. "I promise and this time, I won't break them."

Hearing Valerie’s name, Dominic’s ice-cold face finally seemed to thaw. He looked around the room, his gaze heavy and his voice deep with an unfamiliar sense of resolution. “From now on, don’t ever mention her name in front of me again. Don’t go looking to settle any scores with her either. Just leave it as it is—cut ties completely.” “But she—” “She’s never given me a definitive response about being with me. It was all just my own wishful thinking and arrogance!” At this point, Dominic had no choice but to accept the truth.

Cassidy rushed her words in pure excitement as she jumped on her feet, turning around. "I'm captivated by our beauty." She finally said and Alexandra smiled. She was glad she wasn't the only one feeling the feverishness of her excitement. Today was a day in which promises would be rebounded, vows would be remade, promises would be established. This time around, she was so sure, that these promises would never be broken, theses vows would be destroyed. She was so sure. Liam would love her so much and she would do the same. No matter what the future held. She stood in front of him moments, a small smile on her face as he said his vows straight from his head without following the original ones

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

"I am not going anywhere." "Promise?" "Promise."

In all the years I'd spent by his side, I'd never seen him humble himself like this. He was begging me now. But who had I begged during those long, painful years of unrequited love? Then it hit me that love didn't fade gradually. It vanished in a single, shattering moment. That flame that had been sustaining me had flickered out. And once cold, it could never be rekindled. I pried his hands from my shoulders, my voice soft but firm. "It's too late." His face was drenched, rain soaking through his clothes and plastering his hair flat against his forehead. The downpour seemed to weigh him down, layer by layer, until his pride finally cracked and shattered under the pressure.