Promise Me Not Book Novels & Stories

“I’m fine.” A sigh came through the speakers. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” A small, unwilling smile touched my lips. If only she knew just how good of a liar I currently was. “Unfortunately, yes.” “Good. Then tonight, we’re fixing this. Drinks. No cancellations. No emergencies. No mysterious reports.” I hesitated. “I’ll try.” “No. Not try. Promise.” I let out a breath. “Fine. Promise.” “Good. Now go impress the old money crowd.”

“About Max…I promise I’m not going to see him again. You really won’t say anything, will you?” “Let’s make a pact,” I say. “We both promise not to see our exes again, and if they try to see us, we’ll tell someone else. We need to prove to them they can’t take advantage of us anymore. ” The words fill me up like nothing has in a long time. I’m going to do this, and I will do it with my friend Emery. She nods. “Let’s do it. ” “Promise?” “Trust me. ”

Growing restless, he was about to go to the pack elders for answers. The Chief Elder stepped forward. His face was grave. "Alpha Ryder, there's something you need to know." "What is it? Where's Lyra? Why isn't she here yet?" Ryder asked. His voice was rough with impatience. The elder's voice was grave. "The bonding ceremony was canceled two weeks ago. Lyra sent word by messenger. She rejected the mate bond." Ryder went white. "She canceled the ceremony? That's impossible!" "Her exact words were, 'I reject you, Ryder Blackwood.'"

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

She said, walking to the door. Bosey walked behind her, slowly.. "Okay 'D', promise you won't dwell so much on it?" She turned to him. "| wont lie to you Bosey, | dont think | can keep that promise. | told Mark my step brother, that | don't make promises | can't keep and this is one of such promises. | will keep praying | am only dreaming and will soon wake up" Bosey smiled. "Fine then, keep your head level headed when signing those documents, so you don't make mistakes. Remember you have a man who loves you to the moon and back, who will always be here

Klaus ordered. "So if I say one thing wrong she will be consumed?" I groaned. "I promise that I give you complete control of the book within as long as my heart is full and light is all I see. Thats the promise she made and if you want to continue to control that book you will make sure all she sees is light." Klaus snapped out.

“Dante, I know we’ll do what Dario wants you to do. But if we go to my house, promise me that you won’t leave me there.” He slapped his fist against his chest. “You have my sworn promise.” Swallowing, I nodded. “I trust you.”

The ground was slick, and Dominic gripped the steering wheel tightly, instructing Valerie to take his phone out and plug it in to charge. She followed his instructions, and as soon as she connected the charger, the screen lit up with an unread message. [Hey, Dom, bar gathering tonight. Are you coming? Cam’s here too.] Valerie glanced at the message and was about to pretend she hadn’t seen it when she heard Dominic’s voice. “Reject it. Just say I’m taking you to try Japanese food and we’re busy.” She turned her head slightly and caught the fleeting displeasure that showed on his face.

I leaned my right hand on the counter so as to discreetly create a little more space between us and looked at him. "Well, I think it's a common sense that if a person books a whole club for a night for some special reason, like, for example her best friend's birthday, then it means that the said person would not be so pleased to see anyone not invited in the club, no matter if he owns it, don't you think so, Mr. Stone?" I asked him sweetly.

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."