Pinky Swears Novels & Stories

She had forgotten about it if she still had it, that was. ". . . promise you'll keep in check with constant texts and calls next time you plan on pulling this stunt." Her thoughts vanished into thin air when her best friend's hopeful voice reached her and those eyes held pure concern for her. Putting in a not so convincing smile she said, "promise." Storm, seeing the little reunion was over, decided to ruin the moment. "Pinky swear?" He held up his littlest finger wriggling it like a piece of moveable noodle.

Only then, it made her blushed as her hands were now on her sides "You promise that?" "Yeah, I promise" As they promised each other with pinky swear

“Yes, let’s have a pinky swear and keep our promise forever. I will absolutely not allow Keith to be your new daddy.” “No, pinky swear does not work on adults. Instead, I want you to swear that if you let him be my future daddy, then you’ll lose your little cutie forever!” Didn’t this oath sound too mean? Luckily, Xavia didn’t have any romantic thoughts about Keith, so she nodded her head and gave her word, “Okay, Mommy’s little cutie! I promise you. Is that acceptable for you now?” The little girl consented, “Mmm.”

Estella's face lit up at the mention of the sacred pact, her pout forming as she outstretched her index finger, an irresistible tactic she knew all too well. Sneaky little thief! She knew exactly what she was doing, using the power of a pinky promise to seal the deal. My eyes met Nicklaus's, and there was a shared understanding, a silent conversation passing between us. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that had surrounded us, this moment offered a glimmer of hope, a chance to bring light into the darkness we had experienced. "Pinky promise," Nicklaus replied, his voice filled with sincerity, as he wrapped his larger fingers around Estella's tiny hand, their pinkies entwined.

Liam narrowed his eyes. “Pinky swear?” I arched my brows. Was he referring to that pinky promise rhyme? “I can’t remember.” I gave an excuse. “Then repeat after me then. I’ll reach you.” His gaze didn’t falter. He was as stubborn as his mother. “Fine,” I responded. “Pinky, Pinky, swear, if I break it, I don’t care.” “Pinky, Pinky, swear, if I break it, I don’t care,” I repeated.

"I promise I'll take you there, bambina." He remembered that. I smiled to myself. And even though a bad feeling crept in for a second, I pushed it away. I didn't want fear ruining this moment. I held up my finger, trying to keep it light. "Pinky swear?" He looked at me, his smile widening like he found my sudden seriousness funny. "Pinky swear?" he repeated, like it was silly. I frowned, pretending to be offended. "Pinky swear, Mr. Moretti." I doubled down, holding up my pinky and waiting for him to do the same.

He held Little Karen in his arms and said patiently. "You're not lying to me right?" She trusted him, but she was worried he would suddenly disappear. "I will never lie to you." He pulled her small hand to his. "Pinky promise." Their fingers intertwined and they said it together. "Pinkie swear. This can't change for a hundred years!" It was such a childish thing to do. However, no matter how many years had passed, neither of them forgot about it, even for the grown-up Little Karen, who couldn't remember how Brother Lionel had looked like.

“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. “

The boy protested, pouting as he poorly whispered the next words, "You never get royal visitors and the real life princess is here!!" At this, Seraphina couldn't help but laugh, "I'll need to come back, so you will probably see me again." Folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at her, a gesture that would still the hearts of any winged noble and demand penance for insolence. Something that was building in Korvash's stance with tension. Afraid that the next minute his son might say the wrong thing... and- "Pinky swear." The princess held out her pinky to the young boy. Who gleefully agreed to a pinky swear.

“Pinky swear and I’ll believe it.” “Brandon…” I whined. “Stop!” “Not until you pinky swear me.” He pouted…he actually pouted! So I had no other choice but to entwine my pinky with his and press our thumbs together, sealing the promise. “Pinky swear.” I whispered. “Good.”