Promise Me No Promises Novels & Stories

It's a promise, one that needs no words. I am not leaving this deal the same.

Sebastian promised. **********************************************************

Not a greeting. A promise.

Not a threat. Not a warning. A promise.

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.

I scrolled through to the most up-to-date promises and suddenly came across ones that made me frown a little because I didn't understand all their contexts, to be honestly frank. I promise I will love you despite hating you. It said one of the papers without any signature and it seemed to me one of the most intense statements I had ever known. I promise that the damn invaders will pay dearly for stealing our territories and it will be a mixture of doom and blood that will only stop when they surrender. I promise that no matter what happens, I will kill her with my bare hands at the end of the day to make her pay for the sins of her parents.

It wasn’t every day I got to stroll around the Pack. “Now I want you to promise me that you will not get mad at what I’m about to tell you,” he began, and I looked at him. From intuition and years of experience, I knew that when someone said not to get mad at something they were about to say, there was a high chance of that happening. “I can’t make any promises. I don’t make promises.” I folded my hands over my chest and stared at him. He stared back. We continued like that until Rich gave up, thrusting his hands into the air.

"Ava, we've been through so much together. I can't imagine my life without you." Tears welled in my eyes as I squeezed his hand, overcome with emotion. "I feel the same way, Adrian. Our journey has been filled with twists and turns, but it's brought us to this moment, where we can finally embrace the love we've fought so hard for." We sat in comfortable silence, the rhythmic sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts. It was in this tranquility that we made a promise to each other—a promise to leave the past behind, to embrace the present, and to build a future rooted in trust, compassion, and unwavering devotion.

“Of course it isn’t. I’m sorry you had to go through that, Ana, but I promise you, love, I won’t be going anywhere.” “Really?” I asked, unable to believe it. “Really.” “I don’t like false promises.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. This is not one.”

“That I’ll chase this future and look back wondering what I lost in the process.” That confession softened something in me. “We don’t have a map,” I said. “And everyone keeps asking us to promise things we can’t guarantee.” He nodded. “Then maybe we don’t promise forever.” I looked at him sharply. “Maybe we promise honesty,” he continued. “And effort. And that if it stops working, we won’t lie about it just to avoid pain.” Tears burned behind my eyes not from sadness, but from relief. “I can do that,” I whispered.