Promise Me No Promises Novels & Stories

Now, my dream had finally come true, Ted reciprocating, but all it stirred in me was a sense of ridiculous irony, followed by a deep, bone-weary fatigue washing over my soul. I shook my head. "No." He gripped my shoulders tightly, his brows knitting together in a mix of desperation and urgency. "Why? Tell me you don't like me. Say it to my face." I met his eyes, searching them deeply. The boy I'd known had grown into this man, his features unchanged in so many ways, yet everything between us felt irrevocably altered. For the first time, I saw clearly that there was no going back. "No one's going to wait forever," I said evenly. "Liking you was too hard and exhausting. I'm over it. I don't li

Images appeared—snippets of Nathan’s early missions, encrypted communications, his reports… all addressed to the Board. And at the top of every file was a name she hadn’t seen before: Project Prometheus. She gasped. “Nathan… you knew?” The void snapped away. Reality returned with a blast of static. She stumbled back onto the rooftop, gasping for air. Nathan caught her, eyes wide. “Alina—what happened?” Her eyes filled with tears. “You lied to me.” Nathan froze. “What are you talking about?” “Project Prometheus,” she whispered, holding up the fragments. “You were never sent to destroy the Foundation. You were sent to take it over!”

He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do. “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me. How can I fulfill my promise, when even in the darkness and danger that surrounds him, I’m hauled like a moth to a flame?

Clide’s eyes connected with mine, they weren’t pleading but commanding. “When I tell you this must be done, I mean it. All of our lives depend on it. I wish I could be more honest with you but…” He glanced at Ashly “I made a promise to her. I cannot and will not break that promise.” He hit the side of the metal bed frame with a closed fist. I jumped back “Alpha…” I glanced at Ashly “the Luna supported my decision too…” He slammed his fist again “Dam it Laura!” I felt hot tears stream down my face as my breathing quickened.

Built in the garden of the house we bought together in San Francisco. Serena and Lucas are here. Clara and Derek. Sophie, who made me promise to get a prenup even though we’re not engaged yet. My mom, who cried when she met Ethan and heard the whole story. My uncle James, who grilled Ethan for an hour before grudgingly admitting he was “acceptable.” It’s not a wedding. It’s a promise ceremony. A commitment to keep choosing each other, to keep being honest, to keep building something real. “Years ago,” Ethan says, holding my hands, “I promised to find you. And I did. Today, I’m making a new promise. To see you, to choose you, to love you for exactly who you are. No secrets. No lies. Just us.”

I wasn’t lying. He smiles. He goes down on one knee… He takes a small box out of his pocket… “This isn’t another engagement ring…” he says. “This is a promise ring. I promise to love you with every single fiber of my being. I promise to protect you, both your heart and body. I promise to remain faithful to you until my last breath…” he smiles. Tears ran down my face. He stands. “Oh, don’t cry…” he says softly… “I should also confess, I burnt the contract so there’s nothing binding you to me, except your heart…” he smiles teasingly.

“Okay, I will make you a deal. I promise not to date Kade if you promise not to leave until Alpha Aiden gets here and talks to you.” “You can’t f&&k him either.” “Fine.” “Fine.” “So deal?” “Deal.” Little did I know that that was yet another promise that I was going to have to break.

“Only if you promise to go slow.” Her eyes darkened again. “No promises.” I grinned

I want you to make the promise to me that you would never try it. I shrugged. "I won't do it, I promise.“

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren