Promise Her Anything Novels & Stories

"You can't promise the baby will be okay. You can't promise I won't become like them. You can't promise any of it." "I can promise that I'll be here." He leaned closer, his forehead touching mine, his breath warm against my lips. "Whatever happens. Whatever you become. Whatever I become. I will be here, and I will fight for you, and I will not let you face anything alone. That is the only promise I can make, and it is the only one that matters."

“I promised you I would do one thing for you. Say, what request do you want to make?” Anna nodded. Of course, she guessed right. Brandon wanted to talk to you about this. “Hmm..” Anna purposely made Brandon nervous. She pretended to think. “Maybe… er…” Anna looked at Brandon, “I figured it out, I want to ask you, for one thing, you must do it!” Anna smiled softly, but in Brandon’s eyes, it was nothing more than a devil’s smile. “Speak quickly. What do you want me to do for you?” Brandon began to lose patience. Compared to his goofy appearance last night, Anna thought Brandon had multiple personality disorders.

I rolled my eyes sighing at him, "ok, I'll move in with you. But you have to promise that when you're done you tell me. Don't let me have to find out from the media or from someone else." Seth stood up, "why do you always assume the worst from me. I mean yeah I've fucked up. I've fucked up a lot with you but damn girl I'm trying. I just want to be with you, as far as I'm concerned there is only you. I don't ask girls to move in with me. I'm asking you. I want you to live with me, I want you under my roof." I stood up walking over to him putting my head on his chest as he remained rigid, "I love you Seth and I do want to be with you. I know you can't guarantee me forever but I'm just asking t

She is still a kid, so she definitely does not know anything about life. "Daddy always gets us something whenever he promises us... Uncle Max always does whatever he promised us to do, and the ones he never promised us, he never did them. So, I think promise is a strong thing that validates things," She shrugs, and I slowly nod my head. "So, do you mean your daddy never goes back on his words?" I ask her for some reason I do not understand. "Yes... He has never gone back on his words," She replies to me, and I nod my head. I don't know why I'm suddenly scared, but something keeps telling me that something is wrong somewhere, although I can't picture what exactly it is.

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.

she murmurs, “I’m not here to hurt you.” My hand turns instinctively, fingers ghosting up her wrist. Her breath stutters. We lean in without thinking. Foreheads nearly touching. Not a kiss—just proximity so intimate it feels like a vow. “I’m not asking for promises,” she whispers. “Good,” I whisper back. “I break those.” “What are you offering, then?” I swallow. “Truth. As much as I’m capable of giving.” She nods once. “That’s enough.” Not forgiveness. Not absolution.

I respond. Money can buy almost anything,g but it can't break loyalty that's cemented with mutual understanding, trust, and magic. "You haven't established any relationships with them yet?" she retorts. I understood why she wanted to make this easier on both of us and that she was frustrated, but she was going a little too far now. "I have El, but they have signed a commitment to the throne that's binded with magic. I am not on the throne yet; my father is. They would be obligated to share what I'd be asking them to do," I explain.

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

You are going to win, you will come back to me. "But what if—" "No," she interrupted again. "No 'what ifs.' you are coming back to me, Damian. You have to believe that." There was a pause, and then her voice softened. "Can you promise me something?" "Anything," I said without hesitation. "Promise me you'll come back to me." "I promise," I said, my voice steady. "I'll come back to you, Leah. But can you promise me something, too?" "What is it?" she asked.

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?]