Pinkie Promises Novels & Stories

She pleaded, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Touched by her plea, I reached out and gently took her hands in mine. "You won't lose me, I promise," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. "Pinky promise," she whispered, stretching out her index finger towards me. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, charmed by her innocence and the seriousness she attached to our promise. "Pinky promise, Angel," I responded, intertwining my finger with her little one, sealing our pact.

“Come on, I promise not to peek while you’re stripping, and also, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” I put out my pinkie finger, “Do you pinkie promise?” I pouted like a kid. He interlocked his pinkie finger with mine, “Yes, miss cute. I promise.” Then, he drew our intertwined pinkies and left a small peck on mine. “You better keep your promise!” I stated. But who was I kidding, I could already feel his touch on my skin.

She lay next to him, and he pulled her closer. “So.” He started. “Yeah?” “We're dating now.” “There’s one thing you have to do first.” “Which is?” “You have to promise me that if I let you in, you won't break anything.” “Ok, I promi...” “Nope, it has to be a pinkie promise.” “Interesting choice of a promise” “It's harder to break than a normal promise.” “How?” “Breaking it means that I'll cut your pinkie off. But if you're serious, then you have nothing to worry about. So, pinkie promise?” She held hers out.

His muscles stiffened against my body and he pinched his lips together. “You promised,” I reminded him. With a resigned sigh, he sat up and crossed his arms in front of him. “I promised,” he echoed my words in surrender. He met my eyes, and with a serious tone, asked, “And I can trust you’ll never tell a soul?” “Never! I pinky swear!” I put out my pinky for him. He looked at me like I had three heads. Then I realized he probably didn’t know what that was. “It’s a thing in America. We shake with our pinkies to prove that we promise.”

she said, offering me her pinky. “Pinky promise.” I said, lacing my little finger with hers. “It’s crucial.” she said. It was the same thing she said everytime we hooked fingers for a promise. Only this time, the stakes were carnal.

She must have noticed, because then she said, “It’s called a pinky swear.” That still didn’t make much sense. “Once our pinky fingers are interlocked, the promise must never be broken. Or else…” She paused dramatically. “The person who breaks it will suffer bad luck forever.” Her expression was so serious, it had to be the truth. My eyes widened, astonished by this fact. Who knew a pinky held such great power? “You promise?” she asked. I swallowed thickly, then slowly lifted my hand and hooked my pinky with hers.

she asked him immediately forwarding her little pinky towards him. "What's that?" he asked her coldly making her slap her forehead. "Y-y-you don't know pinky p-promise? P-p-pinky promise means true p-promise which you can't b-break or else your n-nose will turn red like a j-joker." she said snickering at him making him amused but nonetheless he shook his head. "Okay pinky promise." he said nonchalantly but she frowned at him. "N-n-not like this. H-h-hook your pinky with mine." she said extending her pinky more towards him.

What was something that I could offer him that would be an irresistible bargain? “If you tell me the answers to the other questions that you mentioned, I won’t knee you in the balls again. Pinkie promise. If I break the promise, you get to break my pinkie,” I offered with my pinkie in the air. The happiness that passed over his face at the promise of never kneeing him in the balls was very comical, so he took the deal without hesitation. Having a sexy military guy taking a pinkie promise from a 5’6 girl was something that should be written in the history books. One day, these adventures would be written down because my life had become one shitstorm of crazy. It would make for a great non-fic

She can't be sad or upset on this day. That girl chose a great time to ask me for something. I can't even refuse her. "I promise." Those two words. Those two words left my mouth, seemed so insignificant, of nothing much importance, as a formality. But I knew, my heart knew, it was far from that. Taking my little finger, we did a pinky promise. What? Don't laugh, okay? I'm not a kid, it's the only promise I trust and abide by. I initially thought of not following with the promise I just made.

The scent of my shampoo still clings to her hair. “Do you promise to come back to Chicago in two weeks?” Liz asked in return, “Do you promise to stay out of trouble while we’re apart?” As if we shared one mind, we both held out our pinky fingers at the exact same time. We locked our fingers together and said in unison, “Pinky Promise.” I leaned in and captured her mouth with my own. The kiss was soft and slow, and I found myself not wanting to end it. When we finally pulled away, Liz’s eyes glistened with tears. I stroked her cheeks with my thumb, wiping away a few of her tears.