Promise Of The Day Novels & Stories

It was a promise. *_*

To make it everything. And I promise that on days when you feel like giving up again, because we both will have those days, I’ll remind you. Of that first night. Of the choice you made. Of the life we built. Of Emma. Of us. Of everything worth staying for. I promise to be your reason. Your anchor. Your home. Always. Forever. No matter what.” He folds the paper. Hands it to me. “This is my promise. Written. Witnessed. Real. I’m giving you this so you can hold onto it. On hard days. On days when everything feels impossible. On days when running seems easier than staying.”

Not a threat. Not a warning. A promise.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." "Tomorrow then." "Tomorrow." ***

He held it, the way she'd learned he always did with the things she said that were actually true. Then he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her ring. Slowly. Deliberately. "You won't lose me." She looked at him. "You can't promise that with any certainty." "No," he said. He didn't pretend otherwise, she had always appreciated that he didn't pretend. "But I can promise this: every day I have, I spend loving you. Whatever the number of days turns out to be." A pause. "That part I can guarantee." She held his gaze and felt the words settle into her the way true things settled, not with fanfare, but with weight. With the particular quality of something that would still be there tomorrow.

Her father had promised her a big teddy bear and a box of chocolates and her mom promised her a birthday cake that she had always asked for. data-p-id=e132abcc72d1d7772d441d107cde9c70,"Sweetie, I'm going to the office to quickly handle a few things and as soon as I'm done, I promise I'll come home with your goodies. So please be patient with me honey." Martin Rodriguez says to his daughter, who was worried and scared thinking her dad was abandoning her on the own birthday. “You promise papa?” Adriana asks, pouting innocently. Martin stared lovingly at his innocent princess and although he knew things could go wrong if he didn’t find a way to protect her, he couldn’t bring himself to think ne

When I was younger, a rumor had circulated that father never had a child and that it was made up to secure the throne. The rumor officially ended today. Father smiles at me, grabbing my hand gently and pulling me to his side as I take the deepest breath I've ever taken. "As you're all aware, all businesses are shut down for the entirety of the day. Today is a day of mourning. The loss of our people will be engraved in my heart physically and emotionally," I speak steadily into the microphone. I was supposed to plan my speech, but with the distractions, I hadn't made the time. The veil covering my face feels heavier with each breath. I want to take it off, to free myself in some way.

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you won't stop fighting. You won't give up. You won't let her win." He lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I promise."