Promise Of The Day Novels & Stories

A breath. A promise. “They just started one.”

I felt grounded like I’d protected something real instead of hypothetical. At lunch, I caught myself smiling for no particular reason. The ease of it surprised me. I thought about Cassian then not as a decision I was making, not as a future I was managing. Just as someone whose presence fit naturally into the life I was already living. That evening, we talked while I walked home, my steps unhurried, the city warm and alive around me. “I think I finally understand what a promise actually is,” I said. “Oh?” he asked. “It’s not something you say when you’re certain about the future,” I replied. “It’s something you live when you’re certain about the present.”

"Then, consider the police report a joke too. You can explain to the officers exactly what was so funny about it." Logan's expression changed. He stared at Leo with open hostility and demanded, "Who the hell are you? What gives you the right to get involved in our business?" Leo's tone remained flat. "After tonight, I will be Julia's husband." "That is a lie!" Logan shouted, his face turning red. "Julia promised to marry me. She waited for me for seven years. There is no way she would turn around and marry someone else." I took Leo's hand and laced my fingers firmly through his. "I already told you. The man I'm marrying is not you."

My short promise. …

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He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

I scrolled through to the most up-to-date promises and suddenly came across ones that made me frown a little because I didn't understand all their contexts, to be honestly frank. I promise I will love you despite hating you. It said one of the papers without any signature and it seemed to me one of the most intense statements I had ever known. I promise that the damn invaders will pay dearly for stealing our territories and it will be a mixture of doom and blood that will only stop when they surrender. I promise that no matter what happens, I will kill her with my bare hands at the end of the day to make her pay for the sins of her parents.

It was scheduled for Saturday at 3 pm. I looked at the calendar, it being May 16th, and I frowned. Yes, I had a bad feeling about that date, as it reminded me of the day I was left at my wedding. Not in the month of May, but on the 16th, so that day, I gave it the nickname unlucky day. The day that I didn't schedule or plan something very important or that my happiness depended on it. I knew I shouldn't think like that, but it stayed in my subconscious.

“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.”