Novel & Cerita Promise Me Dad

“If you promise that she’s safe and that you’re taking care of her? I believe you.” Rafe and Jesse shift their eyes, clearly looking at dad now. His answer takes longer. “She’s my little girl, Rafe,” dad says, his voice cracking on the words in a way that makes my entire stomach tie in knots. “I know she’s growing up – you all are – but god damn it, if you let anything happen to her –“ “I won’t,” Rafe says, giving a single nod and looking steadily into the camera. Jesse nods too, sealing his promise as well.

“Don’t worry Dad, I won’t do that again.” “That’s wonderful,” my father said with a relieved sigh. “Now I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you’re going to stay safe. No matter what. No matter what happens to you…you hear me? No matter what happens to you. I can’t lose you again. Not when your mother needs you the most right now. Please, I just…please, I can’t lose you again. Just…just be careful. Be safe. Please,” my father pleaded as tears began to form in his eyes.

Dad smiled and rubbed my hair, but I could tell my words got him emotional. “That’s my girl.” He said. “Why, don’t you believe me?” I asked. He nodded, “Of course I do. I know it.” “Promise?” I asked giving my pinky finger for a pinky swear. Dad took it. “I promise with all my heart.” He said, leaving me smiling with all faith. *** Evie smiles as she sees me. “Where have you been?” she asked, seemingly excited.

I had to apologise to get it off my chest. She stopped and whirled around to look at me. God please never let this smile leave her lips. " Promise me one thing?" She quietly asked and I extended my pinky to her in assurance to keep my word. " I promise, but what is it?" " Promise me you'll always be my daddy?" I couldn't promise that. I shouldn't promise that. My mind was warning me against it knowing well that Iris would have my head. But when have I ever been one to listen?

It pained him to see, the once strong and powerful man lying on a hospital bed with numerous cords attached to his body. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat, "No dad.. I wouldn't let that happen." Harris shook his head whiling holding his father's palm softly. "I promise to bring her back to you, dad.. where ever she is on this planet, I would find her out. That's a promise.." He got up and left the room, hurriedly.

He's a man with action and words. I inhaled and exhaled heavily before facing Dad in a blur. "Promise me you won't sue him! Promise me that you won't hurt him! Promise me that you will not bother him! Promise me!" I said using my remaining strength. I don't want to do this but I also don't want to see Blake on a cell. Dad spread his arms, inviting me a hug. My heart doesn't want to cooperate but my feet do. I just found myself feeling his warm embrace. "Promise," he whispered, planting a kiss on my head. He's still my Dad after all.

This time, I was glad that I faced him so I could get some hug support. “ Can you make another promise? ” I mumbled into his chest as Striker began running his fingers through my hair. “ You are getting greedy, Little Lamb. ” He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my cheek. “ This was the last one. ” I pouted. “ What is it? ” Striker hummed, his hands sliding to my bare back. I sucked in a sharp breath and then exhaled slowly. “ Promise me...that you will never send me back to my father...and if...I end up with him, you will come for me. ”

There was a sparkle in his eyes. Damn!!! Dad knew how to win a lady over. Another reason why mom loved him. "Huh?" he urged. "Alright Dad, but promise me one thing," I turned to look at him. "Anything Ella." "No more surprise announcements or late-hour notice regarding relocation, promise?" I stuck out a pinky finger. "I promise," he coiled his pinky finger around mine and kissed me on my nose. "I love you piccolo," he drew me closer to hug me. "I love you too Dad," I said, embracing all his scents.

“Shut up brat, can you not just sleep, when you wake up you will be with your parents” “Promise,” His son says when he hears that coming near me with his pinky finger, I stare at him like he is nuts “Stupid uncle,” her son says facepalming, “he wants for you to pinky swear and make the promise official, just do it.” I pinky swear and the kid beams and goes to where his sister is sitting, “Thank you uncle just know you cannot break a pinky promise, mamma said karma will hit you if you do so. “He says

he asks in the sweetest voice. 'No,' Nia growls at the idea. We both know that my dad doesn't fight fair. He wouldn't have a chance. My dad would make sure that he was dead before the fight ever happened. "Leon, you have to promise me something. You can't challenge my Dad," I say firmly. He looks at me strangely before walking closer to me. "Mate, promise me," I urge him while using the "mate" card. I'm rummaging through my drawers, grabbing out clothes.