Playful Promises Novels & Stories

"How would I know? Why bring her up now? Don’t tell me you still care about her. Have you forgotten what you promised me?" The photos flew, striking her face before scattering across the floor. "And did you keep your promises?" Adrian’s voice shook with rage. "You got everything you wanted—the Foster name, the Foster house—and then you showed your true face. How many times this month alone? Male strippers in the night! Do you know how much shame you’ve brought this family? "You knew Lauren was carrying my child, and you drugged her! You stopped me from saving her. You forbade the servants from giving her food. You killed my wife and my baby!"

Mario stood there like a victor, savoring the sight of his defeated opponent. But I met his gaze without fear, my eyes filled not with dread but with a quiet anticipation. I was waiting—waiting for the moment when the truth would come to light, to see whether Mario could still smile the way he did now. "Everyone here must have seen the recent reports on illegal experimentation and falsified data," I said. "First of all, I despise such acts. I strongly condemn anyone involved in them. Next, I'll give you an answer you'll find satisfactory."

“But I don’t want it to be rushed either.” “I don’t want to rush,” he said immediately. “I just want… us to mean what it means.” The simplicity of that nearly undid me. “Then let’s promise something small,” I said, surprising myself. “Not forever. Not big words. Just this.” He tilted his head. “This?” “Showing up,” I said. “Choosing honesty. Even when it’s uncomfortable.” He considered it, then nodded. “I can promise that.” “So can I.” It wasn’t dramatic. There were no declarations, no sweeping gestures. Just two people standing under a streetlight, agreeing to take each other seriously.

I passed him a toothy smile, “Not so difficult is it?” “....” He still seemed a little reluctant, “If I work on it, will that be fine?” I smiled at him, “Yes!!” Then I hugged him, “But,” I stepped back again, “There won’t be any lies between us, okay?” He nodded, “Alright.” “Promise?” I showed him my pinky and he chuckled, “We’ll be honest about everything?” “Promise,” He joined his pinky with mine and we made a promise, “So, did we make progress?”

She pleaded, her voice trembling with vulnerability. Touched by her plea, I reached out and gently took her hands in mine. "You won't lose me, I promise," I reassured her, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. "Pinky promise," she whispered, stretching out her index finger towards me. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, charmed by her innocence and the seriousness she attached to our promise. "Pinky promise, Angel," I responded, intertwining my finger with her little one, sealing our pact.

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

Right after he was done imagining a life where they were happy together. Yet when the time came, and he finally had her in his hold, his mind had just gone blank. Even after everything, he couldn't bring himself to hurt her. But he would, he promised. His pain deserved justice. He assured himself that the pain in his heart would lessen only when there would be tears in her eyes. Only when she would be as broken as he was, he will be satisfied. "Right away, sir." Daisy bowed dramatically, pretending to tip off her imaginary hat. Even now she realized, she liked the annoyance that clouded his features at her unnecessary theatrics.

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

“Damn it! Do you think this is funny? Dom has always loved you! Ever since you rejected him back then, you shattered him so completely that he turned into some reckless, aimless playboy. “And then, the moment you beckoned him back, he came running to you again! But when you said he lacked loyalty, he went and found this rebound girlfriend just to please you. What more do you want? His sincerity doesn’t deserve to be trampled on like this!” “So what? I’ve never seen someone so infatuated like him before. I just wanted to see how far he’d go for me. He’s doing it willingly—why are you so worked up about it?”