Playful Promises Novels & Stories

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

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 can't promise I won't get worried over you but I can promise I wouldn't act as I did again." I smiled, bringing up my pinky. He cocked an eyebrow at it. "When you make a promise you need to seal it with your pinky. It's something Freya and I always do. If you don't do it means your promise is not valid." I shook my little finger, urging him on. With a light chuckle, he wrapped his much larger finger around mines, sealing the promise. Our eyes locked and I gasped in surprise as he pulls me closer by my pinky to plant soft, lingering kisses on each of my knuckles.

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.

"Okay. Let me know when you'd like to head there." "Let's go tomorrow morning. Let's not drag it out any longer." There was a long pause on the other end of the call. What in the world was this man hesitating for? When I used to pester him, he always complained about me being annoying and embarrassing. So, why was he now putting on an act to pretend that he was a devoted man? "Didi, even when I've genuinely realized my mistake and have nothing to do with Natalia any longer, are you still unwilling to forgive me again? Is there really no turning back between us?"

“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?”

“Dante, I know we’ll do what Dario wants you to do. But if we go to my house, promise me that you won’t leave me there.” He slapped his fist against his chest. “You have my sworn promise.” Swallowing, I nodded. “I trust you.”

“You still there?” “Yeah.” She sighed disgruntled by my choice. “I just don’t want you to waste one of the best times of your life.” “I’m not Becca. I promise. And when we graduate and I move out west to be with you then I’ll let you play matchmaker for me, deal?” “Do you promise?” she asked questionably. And as much as I wanted to take back my offer I knew if I was ever going to let her drop this I couldn’t.