Novel & Cerita Pinky Swears

“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.”

Taking my time so if possible she would feel the amount of love I had for her in every press of my lips against her skin. "I promise on my eternal soul my love. I will always be by your side, pinky promise" I grinned wolfishly as she jutted out her pinky finger, waisting for me. With a chuckle I popped my pinky with hers, bringing her hand to my lips to press a salivating kiss to her knuckles.

I said, giving him a smile, right before he offered me his pinky swear finger. "What are you doing Alex?" His father asked, confused. "Dad, it's a pinky swear pact. Once you do it, you can't break it," he explained, his eyes so innocent and open, my heart felt like it was about to burst. "This was totally you, Rose…." Xavier burst out laughing, his head shaking in amusement and I froze. He remembered! He freaking remembered this silly habit of mine which I used to do with Marc. When he looked at my frozen state, Xavier immediately composed.

I looked back down at her and my lips stretched in a small smile as I wrapped my pinky fingers around her. “Pinky swear!”

"I know that. Alright, why don't you enjoy the fair...and I'll let you know on the drive back? Agreed?" "Fine. Let's pinky swear." Cinnia thrust out her little finger to him. "We're not children, Princess," Denzel deadpanned. Cinnia just nodded at her finger in response, wagging it back and forth. Denzel sighed and lopped his finger around hers. Without warning, Cinnia dragged him to her and connected their lips. "There. It's sealed." Denzel blinked then burst into a light chortle. "I think I'll agree to pinky swears more often."

And yet, they still looked so tempting I wanted them in my mouth again. “Promise me,” she said, snapping me out of my perverted thoughts. My eyes left her chest and flickered back to her face. “Promise me from now on… you’ll never ignore me again. No matter what. Because I didn’t like how it felt when you did.” She held up her pinky. “So promise.” I stared down at her pinky finger, my brows furrowing in confusion as I tried to process why she was pointing it at me. She must have noticed, because then she said, “It’s called a pinky swear.”

He lifted his head and glared at me, muffling something that was definitely, *'Release me right now! "Soon." "I heard you screaming in the shower that you’d never be caught sucking or fucking a guy." I said, my voice dripping with a cruel, triumphant edge. His eyes widened. "Well, here’s the evidence for the family table." One final squeeze on his dick as his last drop spilled. I stand up, reach for my bag, and pack my tools. I grabbed a water bottle from his stand, soaked it on a cloth, and meticulously rubbed under his fingernails... taking away any hair he might have grabbed.

“You promised.” My chest tightened. I crouched in front of him, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “I know, buddy, but something came up.” His shoulders slumped. “You too?” The word hit harder than it should have. I swallowed. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Just you and me.” He considered that, his lower lip going out slightly. “You swear?” “I swear,” I said, holding up my pinky. He hooked his pinky around mine then smiled for a bit.