Promise To Love Her Novels & Stories

She came to know that due to past events, he is afraid of love, so she composed herself and said, “if I use my blank promise today will you fulfil my one wish?” “Say,” Seb said and wiped her tears softly while Swara said, “you have to promise me you will try to love me back soon, and with that you will try to give a place to love in your life. Promise?” Swara said while putting her hand in front of him. Seb gazes her hand for a while, and later with a small smile, kept his hand on hers and said, “I promise.” Swara gave him a bright smile, but Seb remembers the moment a few minutes before when she came to his room in a vulnerable state.

“Please don’t ever leave me behind again.” I hold her even tighter, never wanting to let go. “That will never happen, babe. I promise. I love you—not the woman I almost married. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I’ve always wanted. I realize that now, and I’ll never let you go.” “Is that a promise?” she asks, her eyes searching mine. “Yes,” I say firmly. “I promise you, my love. I’ll be here—whenever you need me, wherever you need me.”

She didn't know if he would come back to her, it was as if she was just hoping to get snow in the Philippines. "I would love to—" "You love to?" "I want you to promise me that you’ll come back," she whispered. She knows that’s impossible, she just wanted to hear it from Josh. She wants to hold on to his promise. “Please, promise me.” “Promise, I’ll be back. I'll be back; I'll get you and your siblings.” What she was about to say was cut off when he touched her lips to her. It was enough for her to hear his promise. She was stunned for only a few seconds and was able to respond to every movement of his lips.

, He asks with wide eyes. "If you had to leave me after using me, you would have done this, but you didn't. You remember when I planned a surprise for you in a hotel room on your birthday. I had completely devoted myself to you. You could have done anything if you wanted, but you didn't do anything like that. You upheld our relationship and the reason behind this was your love for me in your heart. This one thing resolved the battle going on in my heart and mind in an instant or you can say it ended. I was convinced at that very moment that even though your past wished, you never falsely loved me and you never thought of using me. Now I have no complaints with you, but I want you to promise

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

"When you realize you're in love with me one day, please let me know, okay?" Lucas stared at her in a daze, realizing she was far more open and understanding than he had ever imagined. "Yes! I promise you. When I fall in love with you, you'll be the first to know," he rasped. "It's a pinky promise. Promise me you won't go back on your word," Coco said, stretching one hand out and holding up her pinkie. "I won't, I promise." Lucas held out his hand and connected his little finger with hers. It was a promise he made to her. A promise he must fulfill.

She ran her thumb on his eyebrow as well before speaking. “I love you, Reid!” “I love you so much more. Promise me, promise me you would never leave me no matter what the circumstances may bred,” “You would never do anything for me to leave you,” she said instead, raising her eyebrow to let him know that her words were more of a question than a statement. “I promise never to do anything to make you distrust me. Now, promise me. No matter what I may do under the influence of me being a human, you would never leave me. We shall fight through it and conquer it together!”

she pleaded, her voice trembling, her eyes glistening, as though the mere possibility of not hearing him answer would tear her apart from within. Her hands clutched his shirt, fingers gripping the fabric tightly, as if through that touch she could seal an invisible pact against fate. The gesture was desperate and tender all at once, a silent attempt to bind him to the promise, to love, to the certainty that no ending could exist if they were not together. “Promise you’ll come back—for me, for them,” she continued, her voice nearly a whisper, heavy with fear, love, and faith in the man who, to her, had always been the very line between chaos and salvation.

Looked at his face. "If you don't come back—" "I'll come back." "You can't promise that." He touched her face. His thumb traced her cheek. "I promise." She wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust him. But she had heard his voice on the phone. Cold. Precise. The voice of a man who was willing to die to end this. "Promise me," she said. "Promise me you'll be careful." "I promise." She pulled him close. "I love you."

she interrupted calmly. I huffed a breath. “When they do… promise me something.” She studied my face like she was memorizing it. “I already promised not to doubt you.” “I need more than that,” I said. “Promise me you won’t let them turn my love for you into a weapon against either of us.” Her expression softened in a way that hurt. “They can try,” she whispered. “But love isn’t their language. It’s ours.” I kissed her then. Not desperate. Not rushed.