Promise Ring Letter Novels & Stories

Chapter 65 The letter read very plainly and concisely. "We accept your request, but under conditions." My tone no doubt conveyed the annoyance and disappointment, a slap to my expectations as I hurled the letter away, letting the air toy with its lightweight frame. "That's all?" Oh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's disappointed. "Yes," I snapped, though not at Marcellan. The letter was sealed with the flag of MoonBlade, a dreadful shade of scarlet and sandy brown, along with their signature iron-forged raven stamp. One would think there was much to expect, but it was complete trash. This was all I had been nervous for?

It seemed nothing in my life was going according to my charted-out plan. As I typed out the letter and waited for my old printer to spit the inked paper out, I hoped the letter would be the one destined to work in my favor. All the emails I had sent received the standard auto-response and not a single word more. Now, I hoped and prayed that a physical letter would do the magic needed to get my concerns across… To, Mr. Nicholas Rowe, I am writing to you directly since every other medium of communication with you regarding the Rowe Scholarship has been blocked and exhausted.

I nodded, “send it out right away, I want Ryder to get his first thing tomorrow morning.” Liam picked himself up off the chair, tucking my letter under his arm and made for the door. “I’ll do it now Alpha.” He stated. He turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a long breath. The letter was firm but respectful, and it made my position clear. I wasn’t going to play Ryder’s games, but I also wasn’t going to provoke him unnecessarily. A few minutes later, Liam returned, his expression calm but focused. “The letter has been sent, Alpha. I made sure it was delivered by one of our fastest messengers. Ryder should receive it within the hou

“We should give them something in exchange for helping you.” “Yeah, I was about to think about what I should give them in return. By the way. What’s this letter?” I pointed at the letter on the table. It seemed to be unopened, and contains the seal of the royal family and a stamp of the Crown Prince. “Oh, a messenger came after you left, it was from Uriel and it was emphasized that you read it immediately after you come back. I opened it and read the contents. A name stood out. Marcus Zoldago

button and sending the contract back to them. I exhaled sharply as if i'd just scaled over a huge brick; I'd done it. Now it was time to wait for the results. Immediately I received another mail; "Thank you for accepting the terms of the contract, Mr. Ryan. As promised, a particular sum would be sent to you. We look forward to hearing good results back from you and the company. Have a nice day" It read. No sooner had I finished reading the mail had I gotten a credit alert.

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice

Broking the hug adhya showed the ring that abeer gifted her on their first night. " Look at this mom, this is a promise ring, the last gift from my husband, .my abeer. "You know he asked me to give him a promise that I will take care of you and our family too. That I will keep the family first, I promised him mom .and no matter what I will keep it ." "Mom just remember this you have a daughter too, whenever you need me just call me. If you want you can come with me to London ... dont worry we will live in your house hmm ."

He stares at me with an unreadable expression. "We'll be off, then." In unison, the other lawyers stand. "Let me know if you need any clarifications or assistance." She nods to me before following them and closing the door on their way out. Then it's deathly quiet, and I'm afraid he can hear my erratic breathing. Inspecting the front page of the packet, through the dim lighting, I read the font printed in jet-black ink. CONDITIONS OF CONSIDERATION BETWEEN DAMIEN BASS "THE PROMISOR" AND HANNAH LOCKWOOD "THE PROMISEE"

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

Success does not always arrive as applause. Sometimes it arrives as an email that forces your life to declare a direction. I was in Mr. Laurent’s office finishing a circulation summary when Reina’s message landed, subject line plain as bone: External request. Read carefully. Reply by tomorrow 5pm.