Promise Any Novels & Stories

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

--- Not promise. --- Just willingness. --- And for now… --- That was enough.

That vase had been something we’d constructed together, and our initials were carved into the base. Adrian rushed forward, gripping my arm. He brushed a hand over my cheek as if nothing else mattered. "It’s alright. I’ll buy you another one. Lauren, I know you’ve blamed yourself all this time for not being able to conceive. If you can’t, then we won’t. We’ll just adopt." He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him."

That's a promise. Things are about to get interesting.

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!”

Our eyes met and our faces were barely an inch apart. “No matter what. I’m coming back. To him. To you.” His hand cupped my cheek and he kissed me. It wasn’t long, but it was sealing a promise. A promise that I didn’t want to hold out for, but I knew in my heart, I would hold him to it. I whispered. “The door will be open. Come home soon.”

“No. This child can’t stay. “I’ll tell Yasmine the baby has problems and convince her to get rid of it. Noah is insecure. I can’t let him feel hurt.” He comforted Yara a little more, then turned around, only to lock eyes with Yasmine. For a moment, panic flickered across his face. “Yasmine, y-you’re awake? When did you wake up? Why didn’t you say anything?” Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. “Just now.” “Then… did you hear what the doctor said?”

Not a threat. Not a warning. A promise.

“Promise?” “Count on it.”

“I’ll be there, I promise.” ##########