Promise Her Anything Novels & Stories

"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.”

" A tear slipped out. I caught it before it fell. "I’ll go slow, " I whispered against her lips. leaned into my touch. "Every second...for you. ”She closed her eyes and "Promise?" she asked, her voice so small it made my heart clench. I smiled softly. "Have I ever broken a promise?" She shook her head. "No. " "Then trust me now, " I said. "I’ve got you. " She took a steadying breath. Then nodded.

I said smiling at him. "I am older that time, I have to train for the Alpha position." I pouted. "But we can still play." He assured. I smile widely and give him a bear hug. "Promise me!" "I promise. Ai. I will wait for you." Calix lift his right hand. "Pinky promise." I laced my pinky in his. " pinky promise." I kiss his lips lightly and run towards the pack house. ~~End~~ "That was our chance to have him with us, Eyl." My wolf said, cutting me in my memories.

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.

“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.”

"But I'm honest with my tasks and I will get you all you need," "How much do you want?" I asked. "I don't want your money. I want you to promise me something else" Roman said, his voice low and intense. "What?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "I want you to promise me that you will do anything that I ask of you, no matter what it is," "Anything?" I repeated my voice barely above a whisper. "Anything," He said with his eyes locked with mine.