Promise I'll Be Alright Novels & Stories

Of course, there have been times where I've coincidentally or accidentally broken a promise, but the key point is that it's never been an intentional betrayal. Making this particular promise, in the grand scheme of things, wasn't actually a big deal. "I promise I will never let any other man touch me. Happy?" I conceded, my words laced with resignation. His face lit up with a triumphant grin. "You forgot to add 'except Rominic Verlice'," he pointed out smugly. I rolled my eyes with exasperation and turned around, making my way back to my desk. "As for the favor," he continued, his voice following me, "will you go on a date with me?"

Ethan whispers. Of course, I know. I wished the same for him. "Good luck, Ethan. I hope you find what you're looking for," I finally say, looking at his face. Ethan has a fragile smile on his lips, as if it takes a lot for him to be there. He extends his pinky finger to me. "Promise you won't become a stranger? And that you'll continue with the AA?" he asks. Both promises are hard to keep, but despite everything, I lift my pinky finger and intertwine it with his.

she replied gently, her voice carrying an understanding that needed no further words. There was no hint of objection in her demeanor; instead, there was quiet acceptance. Jessa knew better than to push or question Clarissa’s decision. She could sense the deep longing in her friend’s voice, the unmistakable ache for a connection that only a mother’s presence could soothe. With a slight smile meant to comfort, Jessa stepped back, allowing Clarissa the space to follow her heart. Though Jessa often carried the weight of being a guide and confidant, moments like this reminded her that sometimes, all one needed was a quiet affirmation—a simple “alright” that could speak volumes in its support and

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

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."

Mario stood there like a victor, savoring the sight of his defeated opponent. But I met his gaze without fear, my eyes filled not with dread but with a quiet anticipation. I was waiting—waiting for the moment when the truth would come to light, to see whether Mario could still smile the way he did now. "Everyone here must have seen the recent reports on illegal experimentation and falsified data," I said. "First of all, I despise such acts. I strongly condemn anyone involved in them. Next, I'll give you an answer you'll find satisfactory."

She groans. I sit by the window, staring at a city I’m not allowed to touch. “How long?” “Until the ceremony,” she says. “Standard protocol. No unnecessary movement before alliances are finalized.” “So we’re… hostages with good room service.” She grins. “Exactly.” Those two days pass in a strange limbo. Vittorio and Chris keep us occupied with video games, books and board games. Food arrives. Dresses arrive. Instructions arrive. But people don’t ever fucking arrive. I swear to god when we get back home I don’t want to see Vittorio and Chris for a whole fucking week.

Abeer asked cheekily " You idiot why did you do this? can't you wait for tomorrow haan? Badi maa, mom,buaji what will they think about us? How will I face them tomorrow,abeer what have you done? ' Sorry love and we are husband and wife and how does it matter to us what they will think .? See what I brought for you " Abeer slides a beautiful ring on her forefinger. "See how it is" "beautiful .. ooh I forgot I also brought something for you. But think it's in mom"s room ." "It is better if you don't have it now, as I dont need any gift from you tonight but I want a promise adhya " " PROMISE"

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

With a perfectly calm voice, I said, "I came to pick up the charm bracelet. Do you know where Rachel put it?" Todd let out an exaggerated gasp of surprise. Then, he shifted his foot, revealing the thing wrapped around his ankle. A delicate charm engraved with the words "luck" and "joy" hung from a red cord, exactly as Rachel had promised me. "You mean this? Rachel let me have it after I told her I liked it. Doesn't it look nice?" Todd wore a smug smile. For a second, I nearly lost my mind. My daughter was gone, and my wife didn't love me.