Pinky Promise Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Kiss someone you don’t even know his name. Brandon, you’re so good!” “Haha, it’s normal.” said Brandon. Three people Brandon, Jack, Peter walked for a while on the main road, waved to catch a taxi. Brandon looked at Jack, sighed, “Go to my private villa in the South. We will have a party there tonight. Will you go?” Jack looked at Brandon, laughed haha, “Ok, ok, remember to ask the long-legged girls to serve you!” He reached out his hand to count, “At least five of them.”

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

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.

I say with a small smile. "Pinky promise?" She arches a brow and extends her pinky finger. I interlink our fingers. "Pinky promise." "That's my bitch. Now let's go have some fun."

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

He added, holding up his pinky finger for her to take. As childish as they seem, Mason seemed to like it and Sabrina knew better than not to take advantage of it. “Pinky promise?” She said with her pinky finger out. “Pinky promise.” He replied, intertwining their Pinky's together. It was undeniably cute, and Sabrina mentally swore to herself that she wished She wasn't working against him. She wished that things were the other way around. The thought of breaking him once he found out about her real purpose makes her stomach flip.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

“You’re still going on about that?” “It’s a traumatic thing for a teenage boy.” “I promise I will show up,” Ruby said, holding out her pinky finger. Parker stared at her outstretched hand. “A pinky promise?” “The most solemn of oaths,” Ruby said, trying to stay serious. “All right,” Parker said, taking her pinky in his. “But if you break a pinky promise, I’m pretty sure hellfire and damnation await you.” “I guess I better show up then,” Ruby said, not able to fight a smile any longer. A car door slammed out front and Ruby reluctantly retracted her hand.

She added as she turned to him once again. She showed her little finger in between them and urge Morgan to do the same. It was a gesture of promise she saw in one of the scrolls of love her mother had her study. “I saw this a lot in the scrolls I was studying. It’s what people do when they promised something to each other,” she explained although she was sure that Morgan already knew about it. “Yes. It’s called pinky-promise.” He confirmed. “What are you promising?” He asked afterward as he watched her staring at their fingers with fascination.