Promise Me Dad Novels & Stories

Everything was working out so well. Father stepped forward and patted my hair. “If he ever hurts you,” He glanced at Atlas, pinning him with a glare before shifting his gaze to mine. “Please come back home. I won’t ask questions, I will hold you tight and I will never let you go.” I tackled him into a hug. “Promise?” He asked as my grip tightened. I pulled away, my voice cracking. “I promise, Dad.” “I can also promise that she will come often but I will always be accompanying her,” Atlas promised and my father nodded.

I walked over, wrapped my arms tightly around my dad's waist, and rested my head against his shoulder. "You're going to get it, Dad," I whispered fiercely, making a solemn, ironclad vow in my heart. "I promise you... I will do absolutely anything in my power, no matter what it takes, to make your dream come to life. Nobody is taking this away from you again." My father chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head. "That's my girl. Now, go do your project. Let old men worry about the corporate world."

"Promise me, Jason, promise me you'll do this." "Dad I..." I stopped and took a deep breath. As dad stared at me, I tried to come up with something. I couldn't believe he had come up with this, never mind guilt me into it being his dying...I stopped on that last thought. Dad would never know if we did or not. With a huge sigh, I nodded. "Okay dad," I began, "I...I'm not sure if it'll work, but I promise I'll try." "Thank you Jason." Dad said softly, "This isn't easy for me either you know."

However, my father's words from the day before shot through me, 'we aren't promised tomorrow. Strong emotions began to course through me as I rushed forward to hug my father, taking him completely off guard. "Haidan?" My father asked stiffening. "What are you doing?" "Be careful." I murmured, burying my face in my father's chest and taking in his scent. "You have to promise me." A deep chuckle vibrated through my father as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. "I promise to be on guard." He promised, though he didn't promise to be careful. "We will try to get this over and done with as soon as possible so I can return home to my ladies."

I sigh. “I'm just telling you what I know.” “I know you worry about me, but you don't have to. I can take care of myself.” He grumbles. “Fine,” he says, when it's clear I’m not swayed in the direction he's hoping to lead me toward. “I miss and love you.” “You’re always missed, and I love you too, baby. Can you promise me something?” I exhale, already knowing I won't like what he’ll say next. “What do you want me to promise, Dad?” There's a brief silence on the other end. It's enough to make me check my phone to make sure the call didn’t disconnect.

I trailed off, my brain left in a puddle of questions. "Fine, I'll explain it to you," my father said, his gaze flickering out the window briefly before returning to me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Finally, I thought to myself. I'm about to get some answers. "Now promise me you won't freak out," he said. My mouth fell open in shock. What? "How can I promise that if I have no idea what you're going to say?" I asked. "Just promise," my father ordered. "Okay," I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "I won't freak out."

Dad requested. I sighed and said, “Ok dad, but don’t expect me to say ‘Yes’.” “Just promise me that you will meet him with an open mind completely.” Dad said. “But...” I was about to protest, but he cut me off and said, “Just promise me that Princess.” “Ok, I promise that I will meet him with an open mind. There, happy now!” “Very much! I know you will accept it.” Dad said. “Dad! I just accepted to meet him properly not for the marriage. Don’t think that I will say ‘Yes’.”

I racked through my brain thinking of why but nothing came up. "Are you okay?" Dad asked touching me and I flinched moving back. "Camila?" He stressed and I zoned out of my thoughts. "I'm okay" I said quietly. He nodded still staring at me. "Promise you'd be fine Camila" he muttered stretching out his pinky finger and I chuckled seeing him do that. "Of course dad, I promise" I smiled crossing our fingers. "Dad loves you" he said and I smiled before hugging him.

he said and held my hand while staring into my eyes, "I'm always here for you, you know that." "Really?" I asked with a soft laugh. If you knew who murdered my Dad, you would have told me. "If you really want that goddamn second chance, then tell me who killed my dad if it wasn't you." He closed the door and said, “But you have to promise me that you won’t do anything reckless. And you won’t put yourself in danger.”

"I am sure that my father will try to create problems between us and he will try to break us, Today i promise If I have to fight with my dad then I will fight but I won't leave you alone you i will never leave you, I'll be with you till I die" Listening this both had tears on there eyes. "You also promise me that you will not go away from me If my father blackmails you, you will not leave me for your family, promise me I know hope you love your family very much but I cant live without you because your my everything" he cries for her like a kid.