Pinky Promise Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I looked at him with puppy dog eyes, hoping he'll be happy with the news. "Mum! Really," He can't help to hide the excitement on his voice, but later on he coughs as if he was trying to hide his enthusiasm, "ahm, I mean. Really, mum? Can you do a pinky promise?" he said and he put his right arm in front of me, and his pinky is in front of us. I hold his small arms and intertwined our pinky, it's a sign of a promise. "Promise!" He said firmly. "I... Promise,"

I laced my fingers with hers, “Promise me Gracey, you’ll never forget that.” She pressed her lips together, closing her eyes for a singular moment before opening them, the forest of green, fighting for life, nature’s greatest colours swirling in irises that had already witnessed too much pain, “Ok, I promise,” I held out my pinky, “Pinky promise?” She laughed lightly taking her pink and wrapping it tightly around my own, “Pinky promise.” She looked tired, drowsiness over taking her. “I think someone needs a little sleep, sweet dreams Gracey.”

Even when sleeping, he couldn't dream of such a good thing happening to him. Ryder smiled at Jake and then as if to assure him, she extended her pinky finger at him. "I pinky promise." Stunned, Jake stared at her hand, recalling how soft and warm her touch was last night, and couldn't help but blush again. He wanted to hold her hand. "You know what a pinky promise means, don't you?" Jake said, his voice a bit hoarse. "It means that if I break my promise, you can cut off my pinky finger," Ryder said seriously.

In Peter’s drawer, Brandon found the chemistry book that Peter had forgotten. ‘Finally found you!’ Brandon looked at Peter’s crumpled book, rarely smiling. He went back to his seat, quietly placed the book on Anna’s desk, then pretended to turn his head away again. Anna looked at the Chemistry book lying on the table in front of her and immediately looked at Brandon. Her heart was extremely struggling. To accept or not to receive? Finally, Anna took Brandon’s book, then whispered.

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.

I was sure it would be a good experience for them and it would help me forget about my run in with the asshole. "Do you promise?" Chloe asked giving me an uncertain look. "Of course." I said balling my hand into a fist and only leaving my pinky out. "Pinky promise." Chloe eyed my hand for a moment before giving a nod and presenting her pinky to me. Locking it with mine she gave a smile as we shook on it. "It’s a promise." Chloe said before letting go and returning her attention to the game at hand. "You two have fun!" I called before entering the house.

She had no family or friends to fall back on here. She sighed, holding Nate's shoulder lightly. “Mummy promises to take you out tomorrow. I'll take you to a place where the meal feels like home. But today, let's order. Please.” He paused as if he needed to think about it. Then, suddenly, he placed his little finger out for her. “Pinky promise.” She smiled. “Pinky promise.” Pinky promises were promises she mustn't break, no matter how busy she was. Glad that he had secured her promise, he proceeded to tell her what he would love to eat. Immediately, Nita placed the order.

she smiled shyly, extending her pinky finger. "I promise... you will forever be my mate," I smiled, crossing our pinky fingers... "it's a promise, alphas don't break promises," I smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead. And so, with our pinky fingers entwined, we sealed our commitment, vowing eternal love to each other, knowing that nothing in the world could ever separate us. It was a pinky promise, but it carried the weight of an eternity of love and loyalty above all else. I held her tightly and took in her sweet scent once more; this was one of the last times I saw her in person. Flashback Off

A man's arm was casually draped around her, his hand resting on her stomach. Only the hand was visible, but I knew it instantly. Neil. 'Bold move,' I thought. He didn't even bother to take off his wedding ring. Maybe he was so caught up in the moment, he forgot. That ring wasn't just any ring either—I'd had it custom-made for him. I set up a fake account and left a comment under her post: [Are you Mrs. Schmidt? I heard you've been married five years with no kids. Congrats on finally getting your wish!]

"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.