Pinky Promise Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

I widened my eyes - Extending my hand towards him, entangling my pinky finger with his. Did he seriously ask for a ** pinky promise???*** "Do you believe in it? I questioned him "Yes, I do," He replied in a soft tone. There was something in his eyes. I could feel a strange gleam in his eyes - like a five years old baby. "Only if you take me to the party with you...........Or else," I said pouting my lips. He threw me another death glare but I was immune to it, you know. I got hold of his weak point. the wicked me had awakened.

"Thought you left." "I will, soon. What happened?" she frowned looking at his face. The bartender grimaced, then turned to the back, pulling out his phone. "That was good, Mr. Bartender," he pulled out the box to give him, inside two fingers : ring finger and pinky finger. "No pinkie promises." "What is it?" the girl asked. Suspicious? Clever girl. "Nothing. You and I gonna be happy because I am singing a song!" "Seriously?"

Chapter 36 “Pinky promise?” She said, holding out her pinky to me. “What?” I asked. “Pinky promise me that her fate will not become mine.” She said. Humans are so strange, how does a pinky promise make her feel better? Whatever. I thought. “Ok. I pinky promise that her fate will not become yours.” I said, and we locked pinkies. Her heartbeat immediately started to calm down now, as if that little motion really did secure the deal. Humans were so strange with their ways.

Despite the frustration that flashed in her eyes, Pixie simply nodded and held up a balled up hand with only her pinky sticking out. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it. "Pink promise." Pixie explained. "You lock your pinky with mine and then we shake." "Oh." Feeling annoyed by having to have something explained to me by a child, I did as she said, and we shook. Satisfied that our promise was set in stone, Pixie dropped her hand and scurried back to where Lindsey stood watching.

I lightly jab my finger on his chest. He lets out a soft chuckle and whole nodding his head he says drawling, “All right, all right.” “Pinky promise?” I asked him with a raised brow and my pinky in between us. He scoffs thinking I’m joking, but when he realizes I was dead serious, he intertwines his pinky with mine. “Pinky promise.” For a few seconds, the two of us just looked at each other with a content smile and though we weren’t saying anything, it was like we were talking with our eyes.

I said and kissed his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me." Promise me you will never let go of my hands, okay? " He said and raised his pinky. " That's for? " I asked. " Pinky promise, let's seal it with this one," I pulled him closer to me and kissed him. "This is how we seal our promises," I whispered " I promise that I will never let go not only your hands, but also your heart and mind, I assure you that. "I said.

"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."

She raised her brows at him and eyed him suspiciously. "I promise I won't flirt with other girls again. I cross my heart . Hmmm " he wiggled his brows cutely "Pinky promise?? " She held out her little pink finger . "Kiss promise. " He kisses her again

"Yes, I will tell you everything," Sticking out my pinkie finger, I extended it toward him. "Promise?" He looked at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are we really doing a pinkie promise? What are we, five-year-olds?" I persisted, undeterred by his teasing. "It doesn't matter how old we are. You need to make this promise and seal it." He looked at his injured hand encased in a bandage. "I can't seem to use my hand." "That's not a problem," I reassured him, rising from his side. Taking his free hand, I hooked my pinkie finger with his and sealed the pact with our thumbs. "Promises are meant to be kept."

"You can't leave this Prince without his Cinderella, okay? You will come tonight, won't you?" Jake hummed a soft response. "Mhm." "Promise?" "I promise." "Pinky promise?" Ryder stretched out her pinky. "Pinky promise," Jake said and grabbed her pinky finger, but before he could get a good grip on it, Ryder slapped his hand away. "The right hand. Use your right hand." "It's the same. It doesn't make any difference." "It does. The right hand has the mole. The left one doesn't." "What does that have to do with our pinky promise?"