Promise Me You'll Always Remember Novels & Stories

He winked at me, and I smiled, saying, "I am happy to hear you say such sweet words to me; I owe you a lot." "Can you promise me something?" He said, sounding so serious, and I nodded my head, willing to listen to whatever he had to say. I know I am good at keeping my promises, even if I don't remember everything about my traits. "Promise me you will never listen to an outsider; most of them are working for Alpha Nicklaus, and he is aware you are suffering from memory loss." "Really? But how?"

"But promise me you won't tell him I remember every thing. Don't let him know I had this conversation with you." "You can trust me in this. After all, friends stand for each other."

Alessandra pouted. "We won't live without Mama," I said. "It'll take time, but she'll definitely remember us one day." "You promise?" All three of them lifted their pinky fingers. I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Making promises with kids was tricky and it meant keeping them at all costs to avoid disappointment, but this was one promise I wasn't sure I could keep. "I can't make that promise because it's up to Mama's brain to remember us." I explained. "If it doesn't want to remember us, then we can't force it."

"By the way, do you remember our promise? From now on, I shall be the one to protect you." -End-

As he continued staring sadly at her, He recollected a verse from the song, I promise you by Micheal Bolton. * Oh ooh I will promise you Yes, I promise to Love you for all my life Love you every day and night And I will always be there for you I'll be in your arms and you'll be In my heart. * Then, when he had first found out about his feelings for her. He always listened to the song daily and always made that promise to himself... But, now? * I'll love you forever, I promise you We'll be together with our whole life through

“Promise me we’ll remember these days.” He pulled her close, forehead resting against hers. “I’ll remember every second.” ---

Our hands explore, seeking solace in skin and touch, trying to hold onto what’s slipping away. His shirt is soon unbuttoned, and I feel the heat of his bare skin beneath my fingertips. I want to memorize every inch every scar, every freckle, every line that tells the story of who he is and hold onto it forever. He presses his forehead against mine. “Promise me,” he whispers, voice trembling, “that no matter what happens after this, you’ll remember us. That you’ll remember what we had.” “I promise,” I rasp, voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never forget.”

Silence stretched between us, not awkward, but heavy with unspoken emotions. I lifted her hand to my lips, brushing a soft kiss against her fingers. “Elara,” I said, my voice quieter now. “Even if this is temporary, I want you to know that nothing about this—about us—feels temporary to me.” She exhaled, her eyes searching mine. “ Of course.” “Promise me,” I whispered. “That no matter what happens, no matter where life takes us, you’ll remember this. That you’ll always remember us.”

“Promise me you’ll stay… no matter what happens.” I lean in, lips brushing her temple, the tip of her ear. “I don’t just promise. I swear. I’m yours, dolcezza. Always. And if this family or anyone dares to forget that, I’ll remind them, over and over, until it sinks in.”

It was true: he'd never said he liked me, yet I'd clung on, blurring lines. My love ran too deep; I couldn't bear losing him. Even those illusory intimacies had fooled me into feeling like I owned him. But they were like these fireworks—a brilliant flash, then nothing but fading embers. A voice interrupted my thoughts. "Mind if I join?" I turned to see Chase with a cigarette in his lips. I shook my head, and he stepped closer, cupping his hands to light it before taking a deep drag. Grasping for words, I asked, "You okay spending the holidays alone? What about your parents?"