Promise For Me Novels & Stories

Kaden proudly turned to the camera and said, “I’ve already earned 1.05% of the shares. I’m the hardest worker here. I unload shipments, serve food, clean, prep ingredients, and even clean the restrooms. “I work six extra hours every day and even agreed to take 2,000 dollars less in salary. A little sacrifice now is nothing compared to the shares I’ll earn at the end of the year. I might be young, but I think about the future.” Lindsey listened with a look of admiration, though inside, she was thrilled at what she was hearing. She could not believe that there was still someone naive enough to believe in their boss’s empty promises in this day and age.

He shook his head, "I'm a mess." "Then let me do that. Let me protect you this time. If you try and it doesn't work out, then I'll protect you for the rest of my life. But first, you have to just try? Hmm? Promise me?" She asked and he sighed, his eyes glassy and a tear slipped off. Alexandra stared at him with teary eyes waiting for his reply. She was pleading, begging for him to just be him. "I promise." He whispered. A grateful sigh escaped Alexandra's lips and she rubbed his face fondly, "I will help you."

Before the wedding, I received a deduction alert from our joint account. Amount: $1,314. Merchant: Love hotel. Note: One last fling before the wedding. The cardholder was Ethan Greyson. The one who’d used it was his childhood friend, Sophie. I stared at my phone, my fingers ice cold. Sophie was sitting in the bridesmaids’ dressing room touching up her lipstick, wearing Ethan’s suit jacket over her shoulders. She saw the notification and came over with a smile. “Amber, don’t get the wrong idea. “I forgot my wallet, so I used your husband’s joint account to get a room to rest. “He said you’d be sharing finances anyway, so he let me charge it this once.” I looked at Ethan. His first instinct wa

When I couldn't break free, I dissolved into tears, afraid he'd kill me first and then my parents. Sobbing into his hand, I pleaded tremulously, "Mercy! My dad's cash is in the window cabinet—maybe two grand. If that's not enough, I can Venmo more, but I only have a few grand left. Take it and go; we'll pretend this never happened. I'm young. I haven't even been in love and haven't married. I don't want to die, please..." A soft laugh escaped him, and then the living room lights flicked on.

“A confident man who knows his worth will always praise his partner, whether in public or private.” Something I saw in Jackson, in the middle of the party, even though he was the one who stood out, he made a point of mentioning my work and appreciating me. Something that in my other relationships I didn't feel was that my exes sometimes felt threatened or didn't even like someone praising me for my merit or work. Jackson seemed otherworldly and at times seemed unreal. Being in a group of two couples, one of the ladies asked: “So you organize weddings? “ Yes, I work at Dream Weaddings, an agency specializing in wedding events.

I answered firmly, "I promise I'll be free. I will free myself from Don Pablo," I continued, my words dripping with certainty as I spoke, Even though he had not asked for a promise, the conviction in me and my desire to let go of that kind of life propelled me forward, and as if that was not enough, I continued, "I'll do it for myself and for my future." Staring into space as I spoke.

“So, you’ve let Camilla go? That means you should understand the emptiness that follows, right? If you’re no longer going to repeat the same mistakes, then why do you need me to give you another chance, Dominic? “I’m not a backup option you can rely on whenever you feel like it. I’m not your last resort or someone you wouldn’t have but now want. “I’m a living, breathing person, and I have the right to choose my own life. And you—right now, you’re just a part of my past that I’ve chosen to let go of. Do you understand what I mean?”

"Then promise me again." "I promise."

“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.”

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.