Promise Me Not Book Novels & Stories

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

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.

Hе was working оut thе rіght wау to tеll mе thе wоrdѕ I didn’t want tо hеаr. “Iz . . . I’vе promised hіm now. You know he’s оn his оwn and hе’ѕ bееn аt me fоr a whіlе tо gо. I’ve рut іt оff аѕ I dіdn’t wаnt tо lеаvе you, but hе asked mе еѕресіаllу, рlеаѕе dоn’t mаkе mе break a promise.”

I promised myself. “Hello Brian! I called over the phone, and as the call connected, I could hear Harmonae's voice in the back, then Tracy's, before I heard his still sleepy voice. “Hi, Iris, What’s going on over there? “It's just a question, I promise." I didn’t want to hesitate before I changed my mind. “Iris! We talked about this,” Brian groaned over the phone. “I promise it’s just a question, and I won't bother you again.” I hate to do this, and I promise my life not to endanger any of their lives.

"I can't promise I won't get worried over you but I can promise I wouldn't act as I did again." I smiled, bringing up my pinky. He cocked an eyebrow at it. "When you make a promise you need to seal it with your pinky. It's something Freya and I always do. If you don't do it means your promise is not valid." I shook my little finger, urging him on. With a light chuckle, he wrapped his much larger finger around mines, sealing the promise. Our eyes locked and I gasped in surprise as he pulls me closer by my pinky to plant soft, lingering kisses on each of my knuckles.

It was stronger now—jasmine, amber, and something warmer threaded through the cotton. I lay back and stared at the ceiling for a long beat, one palm over my sternum as if I could slow the metronome under my skin. Then I typed one more message, each word a vow. Alonzo: Next time I’ll help. I set the phone down face-up, waited for nothing in particular, and let my eyes close on the shape of that sentence. Not pressure. Not a demand. A promise disguised as future tense. Monday could keep its servers. The library could keep its books. The bed—apparently—would need new sheets.

But, if I let you go, then you would have to promise me one thing. "Yes, What's it? " "Promise me that you'll disappear forever and you won't look for Kayden under any circumstances." "Yes, I promise you that. And I have a request for you also." "Tell me." "Promise me that you'll help to erase me from Kayden's life, no matter what."

She finds none. " I won't. For what it's worth, I keep my promises. And I promise you that I won't make you regret trusting me," Even though the words slipped out of my mouth, I couldn't help but feel scared of what would happen if they found out my secret. Was that considered breaking their trust? She smiles and pushes the book into my hands. "Now go have a look at what you're looking for. I'm pretty sure that tingly crap is somewhere in that book. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go grab a book of my own to read."