Promise Any Mga Nobela at Kwento

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

"Your uncle's in a real tight spot financially right now. The factory is finally back on its feet, but we still haven't paid off the debts from before, and we have workers' wages to cover. Why don't you let your uncle run a tab for now? Once business picks up, we'll send it over to you right away, okay?" "That won't do," I said coldly. "Aunt Ava, the contract clearly states monthly settlement. It's been three months now. That's three batches of goods totaling 400,000 dollars. I have workers to pay and suppliers to settle up with on my end, too."

That was my promise. A promise I intended to keep.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead." ... Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries. Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it. My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.] Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas. They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

You promised me you wouldn't use again, I thought with the money I gave you you would buy a motorcycle and do something, ¿what did you do with the 400? - I don't have money anymore, it's gone, it was a pittance, but I hope you bring me good news about the contract with the millionaire, you are very pretty, by the way, I hope you managed to seduce him - Joshua could barely stand up, but even so he was clear about what he wanted from his girlfriend. Yes, I am going to marry Harry, I accepted the contract with him, and it seems that he accepted me - Joshua's eyes were filled with happiness and he began to jump with excitement, he took her by the hands and began to shout as if he was singing nur

"Okay, I'll keep your promise." TO BE CONTINUED

Almost immediately, she slid into my DMs: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm not trying to break up your marriage. I just want to have this child. Life is precious.] Wow. She couldn't wait to tell me she was pregnant, like she was doing charity work or something. I left her on read. A few minutes later, she messaged again: [Mrs. Schmidt, I'm telling the truth!] By then, I'd already saved all her posts and photos. Screenshots on lock. Finally, I replied: [What are you saying? You're pregnant? It's Neil's?]