Never Is A Promise Novels & Stories

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

In only a few years with Leo, this spirited young woman she had mentored had faded from a lively person to a lifeless shadow of her past self. “Yasmine, do you want me to help you file for divorce?” Yasmine shook her head. Meeting Emma’s disappointed eyes, she said slowly, “We were never married. So, there’s no need for a divorce. “I have nothing to do with Leo anymore.” Those few words carried the weight of fifty years of bitterness across two lifetimes. After saying goodbye to Emma, she buried the cherished broken jade bracelet in the soil of her hometown. From then on, she would go her own way.

I had no idea. "I won't promise anything," I added, drawing a gasp from the audience. "The only thing I can guarantee is to serve the pack selflessly and do everything for the people; that's all." Promises are meant to be broken. As cliche as it may sound, it never misses. People who opted to give promises are most likely the ones who broke them: like a newly bloomed flower in the wilderness. They won't last long as they'll eventually wither in time, being carried away by the wind and turned back to dust.

"A promise." In the back of his mind, the Utterance stirred with recognition. A promise. Of course. The Hungry consume possibility. Futures. Tomorrows. But a promise is a future that has been committed but not yet delivered. It exists in a state of permanent potential. It can never be fully consumed because it is always becoming. "Exactly," Jack said. "Ben, you listening?" "I am filing a one-thousand-and-forty-one-trillion-credit counter-suit while simultaneously restructuring our planetary defense budget and trying not to have a stress-induced cardiac event. But yes, I am listening."

"I need you to promise to never die." “I promise.” And I would stay forever and always.

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

"Mom said you guys moved. That can't be true, right?" The moment I heard his voice, it felt like the past came rushing back, hitting me all at once. Oliver's voice came fast and anxious. "You've lived there for decades, and my mom said she and your mom promised to stay best friends for life. "Maybe people just got it wrong. You're just traveling or something, right?" I kept my voice steady. "We moved, Oliver. We're a thousand miles away now." We were only renting for now and waiting for our new place to finish renovations so we could move in before the new year, but there was no reason to tell Oliver any of that. I would only answer what he asked.

and calmly asked her. '' Are you a virgin?'' Ondo said, '' I am not sure,'' Zara said, '' It okay if you are; your first time may not be enjoyable. But if you are patient with me. I promise you would like it, Ondo said,

"Now it's your turn, babe!" Briana sighed. She hates making promises to anyone because promises are meant to be broken, but for his sake, she has to oblige him. He was looking distraught right now—like a blind man drifting in the open sea with no help in sight. "Okay. I promise you that I will never enter into a relationship with anyone in the next five years."