No Promises By Cheat Codes Novels & Stories

I said naively and with an assuring smile. "Then promise me one thing," he said with a serious voice. "What is that, come on already we've made all possible promises. What again could it be now," I said sounding a bit worried. "Okay, just promise me that....that you'll never stop loving me, or hate me. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Is just that I...I...just promise you'll never stay mad at me for anything or hate me if I do mess up, that you'll forgive me," he begged as he held my two hands tightly in between his.

I passed him a toothy smile, “Not so difficult is it?” “....” He still seemed a little reluctant, “If I work on it, will that be fine?” I smiled at him, “Yes!!” Then I hugged him, “But,” I stepped back again, “There won’t be any lies between us, okay?” He nodded, “Alright.” “Promise?” I showed him my pinky and he chuckled, “We’ll be honest about everything?” “Promise,” He joined his pinky with mine and we made a promise, “So, did we make progress?”

“Fine. But don’t cry when I beat you.” We took off. My legs burned, my lungs ached, but I pushed harder. Jake ran with effortless grace, always just a step ahead. At the last second, I lunged, but he still crossed first. “Ha!” he shouted, laughing breathlessly. “Victory!” I doubled over, panting. “You… cheated.” “Did not.” He grinned wickedly. “Now, about my prize…” I glared. “What do you want?” His grin softened, “A promise. That no matter what happens, no matter what Roman tries next… you won’t shut me out.”

She smiles in her toffee accent. The dealer nods to me. Huh, me? Oh crap. “Okay.” I smile as I pretend to know what the hell I’m doing. Umm. I nervously look around at the numbers. What the heck number should I pick? “Umm.” The table all wait for my answer. Oh shit. “Ten, please,” I announce. My heart starts to race and I watch the wheel spin around and around until, unbelievably, it lands on ten. “You win.” The dealer smiles.

I said, my voice cracking into a whisper. A low him was all I could hear from Anna, and her silence said a lot. She didn't know what else to say. I gently wiped my tears, “But don't worry, he's not worth my time like you said. I'd try to get over him and I'd be strong.” “Promise?” Anna asked, her voice ringing with hope. I exhaled deeply, “Yes, I promise.” “That's my girl! I love you. Now make sure to wipe those tears, and start looking like the queen that you are!” She cheered on and I could only smile, it still hurts me deeply.

Then he saw Celine smiled after looking at the small lamp and waved her hand. She looked like she won a lottery when the number keypad was projected in his desk. She tried to key in his birthdate: Access Denied. Her birthdate? Access Denied. Shit! She weighed the pros and cons after 3 failed attempts. If this was a bank, she would most probably suffocated, or get killed by gatling guns. Or police would be alerted. Damn it. Think. Think. Think. What could Daniel possibly use as a passcode? 05-10-15

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

“Those are the codes for activating the bomb, they can only be generated once hence we cant change them.” “Son of a bitch”, Lucas was so angered with Maina but had to maintain his cool. Any drastic movement in the chase game and he would be checkmated. “Hey, to be honest, now that you have the 16 digit code, that bomb is useless to me now. Just like carrying a junk. Can we play one more game?” Lucas turned down the offer while standing up preparing his leave. His team rose up too in tandem. “I think we are done here. I will be waiting for your call and you have twenty four hours.”

“I trust you with everything. We will make sure nobody hurts us. Promise me you will be careful. I think Marco will try to get to you first.” I squeeze her hand once, firmly, then let go, my mind already running through every possible scenario, every contingency. “I will,” I promise, my voice low, unwavering. “Marco Castello thinks he can challenge me, thinks he can come after what is mine. He will learn quickly that he is outmatched. Every move he makes will be anticipated. Every threat neutralized.”

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.