Promise Of The Day Novels & Stories

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

The man looked at me with a look that I recognized as sympathy, "he left maybe 15 minutes ago." I stood up, "I...I am so sorry I bothered you." I would have kept rambling but the man stood up with me and came to my side grabbing both of my shaky hands, "I don't know what is going on but I promise you young lady things will get better. Take things one day at a time, you put one foot in front of the other and soon you will be past all of this." I smiled at him feeling my eyes tear up, "thank you."

I say, "I promise." "You have one moon cycle," he says, "If you break your promise, the sacrifice will be honored. You will become a dreamer. You cannot hide from your promise. You cannot hide from the sacrifice. Do you understand." "Yes." * The next days are not easier, but they also aren't harder. My boots last another day and by then my feet are numb enought to do without. At night I sleep and there are no dreams. And on the fourth day, with my mouth cracked and dry because I drank the last drop of water hours ago, my belly grumbling since its last meal the day before, I see what the man in my dream was talking about.

Nic chuckled. “So, what’s with him?” I wondered. “Is he also one of the many who’s come to complain about our dysfunctional family?” “No, it’s quite the opposite, actually.” “He gave us an offer!” Nic spoke in a suspiciously high-pitched tone. “He promised to help clear our name, and he plans on combining all of our forces!” For a second, the world stopped. “H-he did?” I gasped, wondering whatever we had done to receive this kindness. “Nic, that’s amazing!”

** A Promise in the Garden** The days in Port Haven settled into a gentle rhythm, marked by the turning of the leaves and the gradual approach of winter. Each morning, Lillian and Nicholas would wake early, sip coffee by the window, and talk about the dreams they had for the future. They had created a home filled with small rituals and shared moments, and every day felt like a celebration of the life they had fought so hard to build.

“Can you promise me something?” “Anything.” “Can you promise me that you’ll call me so I can see Siena’s face every morning and every evening?” I requested. I trusted Christian to take care of Siena because he was a good dad. I did not question his abilities as a parent, but I could only enjoy my day if I knew Siena was fine. “I will,” Christian promised. “You’re not going away for a week, so I think you should relax—but I promise you, I will.”

"And you're my heart. The best part of me. The part that believes tomorrow will work because you're the one leading it." The bond hummed between us, warm and steady and unshakeable. "Promise me something," I said quietly. "Anything." "If this goes wrong—if tomorrow doesn't work—promise me you'll try again. That you won't let this be the end of peace." "Evelyn—" "Promise me." He was quiet for a long moment. "I promise. But it won't come to that. Because you're going to show them what I already know." "What's that?"

Yuna patted her back and continued, “I know you’re scared, but after you get to your new home, you won’t have to worry about anyone hurting you. Would it make you feel better if I promised?” Yuna stuck a pinky out in front of her. Sun was confused, she hadn’t socialized very much with others and didn’t know what a pinky promise was. Yuna hooked her pinky onto Sun’s pinky and said, “This is called a pinky promise. People hook their pinky’s like this to mark that they will never break the promise.” Sun had a tough shell, and she wasn’t easily swayed by Yuna’s promise.

Feeling the steady rise and fall. Knowing this was only the beginning of the day. And that every day after would carry the same promise. More. Always more.