Poems About Promises Novels & Stories

It was laughable. "If he wants to stand in the rain, let him," she said, ice in her voice. To the maid, she added, "If he passes out, send him to the hospital. Just don't let him die here." She never thought she'd hear herself sound that cold. That night, sleep barely touched her. Dreams dragged her back—Steven's face, their memories, everything they once were. The kidnapping, when they'd risked everything for each other. Back then, love felt like the whole world.

Valerie’s POV I used to think promises were only words people said when they wanted to make themselves feel better. I had heard many promises in my life. Promises that were broken. Promises made out of fear. Promises made because people wanted power. For a long time, I believed promises were fragile things. They sounded beautiful when they were spoken, but they meant nothing if they were not followed by actions. But my life taught me something different. The most important promises are not the ones we make during perfect moments.

His eyes searched mine. "What?" My throat tightened. The words escaped before I could stop them. "Promise me you won't leave." Silence. The air between us seemed to freeze. For one terrifying second, I thought he wouldn't answer. Then he wrapped his arms around me. Holding me tightly. Almost desperately. "I'll always come back to you." I buried my face against his chest. Trying to ignore the strange ache growing inside me. Trying to believe him. Trying not to wonder why his promise sounded so much like a goodbye.

Poison knew that it was a promise she shouldn't make but all the same she nodded her head. " I promise, " she whispered, determined to keep this promise. Sweet girl leaned up to kiss her lover on the lips and in silent agreement had gone back to their room for another round of lovemaking, breakfast forgotten. Their lovemaking that morning had been bittersweet. It had felt as if they were trying to get into each other skin like this was going to be last time they will ever touch one another. When the evening came and the message arrived that the car that will convey Poison to the place for the hunt was downstairs she had extracted a promise from her lover not to follow. A promise that Sweet

"I promise-" "Don't." She cuts me off while looking at me seriously, "Don't make any promises. Promises are meant to be broken. I don't want any promises because they will only make me afraid of the future. I want a future with you, without the shadows of doubt and fears that all these promises would be turned into merely hollow words one day." "Just never take our love for granted." She looks so vulnerable when she looks into my eyes, as her words have a hidden plea in them.

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.

We had come full circle, reclaiming our destinies and embracing the love that had always been destined to be. And so, as we sat under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, hearts full of gratitude, we whispered promises to each other. Promises of unwavering support, unconditional love, and a lifetime of shared adventures. Together, we had rewritten our story, weaving together the threads of our past to create a tapestry of love, resilience, and hope.

His body was on the floor as two men held him in place with a gun to the back of his head. Fear rose within me as I watched David move across the room towards me. His steps were purposeful and every inch of my body tensed in anticipation of his words. I could feel my heart racing a million miles per hour, and I was sure that he could hear it too. When he finally reached me, his face mere inches from mine, he paused. “The only reason I haven’t killed you is because I made a promise to my wife. However, I won’t forget this. Come morning, that girl will be gone, and you will start working to make amends with me.”

“‘DARK SKY’, the poem behind this painting I made just for you, which means a sad goodbye of never.” Woke up at another time, yet the recent reality of my life where Mike ends up leaving me behind without telling me why. And by which I am recalling the past that he is will me and that he is saying all of those promises that I am still holding on and tight. It then echoes, with the words. “Tsk! Promises are not meant to be broken. It is meant to be fulfilled.”