Promise Me Not Book Novels & Stories

"Now it's your turn, babe!" Briana sighed. She hates making promises to anyone because promises are meant to be broken, but for his sake, she has to oblige him. He was looking distraught right now—like a blind man drifting in the open sea with no help in sight. "Okay. I promise you that I will never enter into a relationship with anyone in the next five years."

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

“Just promise me when this book deal takes off, and you’re the next literary power duo, you won’t forget about your regular friends.” “Only if you promise not to let me run from the good things anymore.” “Deal.”

" I don't have any plans, I knew that mom... I mean Mrs Shekhawat will not be able to survive alone in London where she has memories. So I did what I thought was right. I never told hervtonlkeace but I want some time to.....till then how can I leave her alone hmm " " Ooh! so you are still thinking about the promise." " No...... you were right that day, the promise is just a word, but in relationships, we don't have to promise others to fulfil the responsibility. In the family we have to accept the responsibilities to love and care for each other, being there in hard times to support each other. It's not compulsory to entangle yourself in a promise, as there are many unknown promises in your

"That's why." "I will tell you everything, but you can't tell her," Lucas negotiated. When Liam did not answer, Lucas repeated, "You have to promise, Liam!" Staring at Lucas with a complex expression, Liam answered, "I - I promise."

“Three?” “Three,” she said, “if—*if*—I ever decide it’s safer for her to know who you are than not, you don’t make promises you can’t keep. You don’t tell her you’ll come to every recital and then miss the first one because the Council called an emergency session about some pissing contest over borders. You show up to whatever small, stupid thing you say you’ll show up to, or you don’t say it.” His hand, resting on the arm of the chair, clenched once.

"How long is that going to take?" "I'm not sure," She answered, her voice beginning to break from the other end. "Can we book another?" I asked in desperation. "Yes but they have already been fully booked." "Fuck!" I hung up, tossing my phone to the bed. "It just keeps getting better and better." ***

I looked at the contract, at the clause that would bind me to this man for eighteen months, that would give him access to my body and my life in ways I'd sworn never to allow again. "Yeah," I said quietly. "I need you to promise me something that's not in the contract." "What's that?" I met his dark eyes, letting him see my fear and determination in equal measure. "Promise me you won't make me regret this. Promise me that when this is over, when the eighteen months are up and we go our separate ways, I won't look back and hate myself for trusting you." Damian was quiet for a long moment. Then he crossed the room, taking my hand in his. His touch was warm, solid, anchoring.

I asked putting some chips inside my mouth. “If I tell you this, you should promise me to keep it to yourself.” Ambrose muttered looking at me in the eye. “Sure. I’ll keep it to myself.” I nodded. “Promise?” Ambrose raised his eyebrows on me. “I promise. Cross my fucking heart!” I uttered making my voice sound firm with conviction as I signed a cross onto my chest. Ambrose and I haven’t had enough time of knowing each other and now I’m already making promises to him. I don’t know myself enough to say that I’m a keeper of promises and that’s quite terrifying.

I bit my inner cheeks and nodded. Drawing in a deep breath, I looked at them. “I want both of you to promise me three things. Swear on your life.” They exchanged glances and then looked at me. Both of them went on their one knee in front of me and I shifted a few steps back. I didn’t expect them to go to that extent. I cleared my throat, “first, both of you will never say about this to anyone, especially Alpha Amor. About this place or anything that happens here.”