Pinkie Promises Novels & Stories

No one had ever looked at him the way Clara Hayes was looking at him now like he mattered. "Okay," he said, and shook her hand. Clara beamed. "Good. Now we're friends. And friends have pinky promises." "What's a p-pinky promise?" She held up her little finger. "You wrap your pinky around mine, and we make a promise. Pinky promises are unbreakable. You can never, ever break a pinky promise." Adrian wrapped his pinky around hers. "What are we p-promising?" "We're promising to always be friends. No matter what. Even if you move away or become a boring grown-up or turn into a cold CEO like the ones in the movies." She grinned. "You have to promise to remember me. Even when you're old and wrinkly

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

she asked while creasing her forehead. "You don't know the 'pinky promise'?" She shakes her head. I laughed then took her hand. "Pinky promise is when you want to seal a promise with someone then if you failed to fulfill it, your pinky finger will cut out to your hand as a punishment," I explained. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. 'What? Is that even legal?" she exclaimed, and her face was priceless. "I was just kidding, but that is the history of pinky promise. But we can use it to seal your promise. Pinky promise?" I raised my pinky fingers again.

“It’s like a promise. I promise not to run away if you promise not to hurt me too.” Mizuko saw how the corner of the man’s mouth lift up. Suddenly he raised his hand mid-air and raised his pinky. It made her brows draw together. “Are you serious? A pinky promise is a kid’s thing.” “It’s how we seal a promise,” he replied. Mizuko slowly raised her hand and when she was about to intertwine her pinky with his, she suddenly had a flashback of someone. It made her eyes wide, hearing a voice that she should never make a promise with a demon.

"All right, for the sake of our sanity... we’re going to abstain from drinking." Dane lifts her hand and raises her pinky finger. Is this bitch fucking serious? I laughed a little as I shook my head. “Daniella.” Was my only warning. “DO IT!” And there it is, the ever so classy pinky-promise. It makes me feel like a child again. Like the old times, this pinky finger holds our binding promise to each other. “Look at me.” "What?" Was my short answer. "I have a question for you."

"We'll do this tomorrow, no excuses." “Jace—” “I’m serious.” He stepped closer again, but not too close this time. Just close enough that I could see the sincerity in his face—or the well-crafted version of it. Then he lifted his hand. And extended his pinky finger. I stared at it. “What are you doing?” I asked. He gave a small, boyish smile—one I recognized too well. “A pinky promise.” I didn’t move, I just stared at that gesture. It was tiny one but it was so utterly ridiculous too.

“Promise you’ll buy the dress?” I rolled my eyes and shifted the dress to free my left hand. I held my index finger out to him. His eyes went from my finger to my eyes. This was our version of a pinky promise. Wren was the one who came up with it when we were juniors in high school. He smiled at me as he pressed the tip of his index finger to mine. “I promise,” I said with a smile. “Now would you get out of here!”

I say. Artemis stood without hesitation and grabbed my pinky with hers. “I do.” Hunter followed suit “I will.” Theo helped his very pregnant wife, Antonia, from her chair, and they walked over to me and presented their pinkies. “We do.” Dr. Nancy signed to Matt. “What is a pinky promise?” “My love, it’s a special promise bond made between friends that should never be broken.” He spoke and signed.

She was securing her future with the most sacred of childhood contracts. He extended his own pinky—large and rough compared to her tiny one—and wrapped it around hers. Their fingers locked together, a seal of honor. "Pinky promise," he said solemnly. Only then did Kiara's skeptical expression melt away. A wide, genuine smile returned to her face, and she nodded once in satisfaction. "You aren't allowed to break our pinky swear!" she warned, her voice serious despite her grin. "If you break it, you have to eat a whole jar of pickles. That's the rule."

"Pinkie promise?" The man spared a large, earnest smile of his own as he lifted a finger to the girl. Their fingers wrapped without thought—a promise curious and playful yet a pact flesh to flesh, skin to skin and intimate. She loved the contact as their fingers hugged and the man drew the girl against himself, a hand of his own quick and greeting to palm the girl's stomach against his own.