Promise Her Anything Novels & Stories

Promise of Azza. "Wait, I'm different, isn't the reality show open?" Phoenix asked her friend. "Yes, are you a spectator? I plan to come along." Promise of Azza. "Of course where else will I fall. I'll take my honey with me." Its promise. What what else the two were talking about and laughing in the back, so they were surprised at the fly board eraser on them. "Quiet!" When Lucifer disobeyed and the students laughed.

"I'll prove my love to you, Christopher. If you're happy with something I do, give me a star. When you fill up a whole mason jar with paper stars, you'll be the one to propose to me." He held the jar and cried tears of joy like a child who'd gotten the best birthday present of his life. He wouldn't stop making promises, both to me and himself.

His uncle, who had once seemed as powerful as his father, had gray hair and had withered to skin and bones. Leo was barely alive. When he saw Noah, tears streamed down his face. “Noah, this is what I deserve. I deceived her for more than fifty years! I owe her my life. “The Quinton family’s fortune… I need you to pass it on to her. “Consider it as my way of making amends.” Noah understood right away. He was not the only one who had seen that dream. But he only shook his head and refused Leo’s final request. He knew that Yasmine did not want anything to do with the Quinton family ever again.

She wore a lot of makeup, and we could smell her pungent perfume when she walked by. Looking at everything around me, I realized I had been reincarnated to the day Jennifer first made those empty promises to the staff. In my past life, Jennifer asked me to stay behind after the meeting. “You’re the head chef, so you need to set an example. Next year, when I open a new restaurant, I’ll have you manage it. “For every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work, or saving the company 1,000 dollars, you’ll get 0.01% more shares. I told them this, but for you, I’ll double the rewards.”

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

" I'll never regret. I promise . I'll do anything you ask of me." She replied back . "Anything , even risking your life?" I asked. "Anything." she replied back. Follow me. I told her . I took her home that evening and had my boss explain everything to her . She promised to always stay obedient and like me she was also given a taste of her new life. Things were going out well. We made so much profit and the business was expanding with us exporting them. Amelia was made to sell them to students in need while I sold them to people of higher rank. I switched from smoking weed to injecting heroin.

The Foster Group's stock nosedived, plunging the century-old empire into its greatest crisis yet. Police scoured the city for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. Some whispered he had gone mad. Others claimed he was already dead. I tilted my head back toward the sky and whispered to my child, "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Mommy has avenged you." However, as I was about to board my flight out of Westbridge, a hand clamped around my wrist. The touch was both familiar and foreign. Dread coiled in my stomach.

I couldn't stop worrying, so I refused to let her leave. Flustered, Rachel grabbed a random glass jar from the kitchen and handed it to me. "Joel, I promise I'll only go to Todd 99 times. Every time I leave, you drop a bean in this jar. When it gets to 99, you bring the jar to me, and I'll come home with you." Ever since then, that glass jar had become my most prized possession. But now, all the beans were gone. Rachel stared blankly at the empty jar, feeling just as empty on the inside.

I asked impatiently as she shot me a look. “I promised I wouldn’t tell, he threatened my life… now…” She picked up a book and a pen before grinning at me ear to ear. I watched her scribble, curious and a little amused. “He never said I couldn’t… say write it down… and ‘accidentally’ leave it somewhere that…” she pretended to drop the book in front of me with an ‘opps’ expression “that you could find it…” I raised my eyebrow at her smirking before picking it up. My blood began heating up in anger as I read.