Promised Sans Novels & Stories

He helped me up, promised to foot the bills but on the condition that I become his wife. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I curled my hair behind my ears, It was no use crying now. The deed had been done. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I dug my fingers into the back of my jeans. My jaws dropped when I saw the notification, it was a credit alert. Henry Ford had wired the payment he promised into my account. ‘Was this real?’ I wondered as I felt relief sneak into my heart, relaxing the tightness I had initially been feeling.

Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair. I blinked, hardly believing what I saw. I murmured, "Christopher?" Christopher Joyner turned toward me, his face lighting up despite the freezing air. His nose was red from the cold, and in his hands was a bouquet. He smiled as he walked toward me. "Didn't you say you wanted to see the first snow with the person you love most?" My chest tightened. He had been working late just last night, yet because of one offhand comment I had made, he caught a red-eye flight just to see me.

Of course, nome of that would be happening now, not until we had cleared everything up. I sighed as I got off the jet and saw no signs of Adrian despite knowing he wouldn't be here. I remembered that night in Paris when he had promised he would be waiting for me at the airport when I returned. I scoffed inwardly when I recalled how he said he had never broken any promise he made to me and would never break any. I could see clearly how his promise went.

“Just promise me one thing, Trey.” Trey frowned at his old friend. “I’m not a big fan of making promises, promises that I might end up not keeping. What is it?” “This one’s not an impossible promise,” Sebastian laughed. “I promise.” Trey who was not seeing the joke in any of what was going on, frowned again and turned to face Sebastian. “Do not make me promise what you know I can not do,” he said. “I would happily break the promise.” “You can do this,” Sebastian smiled back at him.

[Promise? [That’s a promise!] I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face. [Wait for me then, love. I’ll deal with this fast.] Caden uttered and then attacked first, motivated by the promise I made to him.

But he was close. Too close. I had to move faster. *** Later that night I went to the mattress and retrieved the blade. It was small but razor sharp. The metal caught the light faintly as I tested the weight in my palm. It wasn’t for attack, it was a message for something. A promise. The assassin was in play. But there was no timeline. No plan yet. Just that question: "Are you still willing?" A breeze drifted through the window crack. The fireplace has burned to low embers.

I need you to promise" he said, bringing out his pinky finger and extending it to Samantha for. pinky swear. "Allen, I can't promise that I will do everything you ask, but I promise to not get in trouble" Allen Looked at her, and then looked at his pinky finger. "Sammy? pinky swear? Samantha reluctantly brought out her pinky finger, and Allen put his hand on her, joining their pinky fingers together. "This is you, promising to stay out of trouble, baby Doll" "Fine , I promise" Samantha said, taking her hand back.

Its annoying promise to me. "Please, I'll do everything just come back to me, please" I begged while kneeling. His frowning lips were suddenly replaced by a grin. "Really? You'll do everything?" "Yes, yes, I will do everything just come back to me" "Hmm, ok. All right, make Xzyra Lopez fall in love, when she's already in love and then break up, I promise to break up with Jonas and we'll be together again" he said smiling. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make you just wait and I'll make you love that Xzyra Lopez" I promised without hesitation.

Built in the garden of the house we bought together in San Francisco. Serena and Lucas are here. Clara and Derek. Sophie, who made me promise to get a prenup even though we’re not engaged yet. My mom, who cried when she met Ethan and heard the whole story. My uncle James, who grilled Ethan for an hour before grudgingly admitting he was “acceptable.” It’s not a wedding. It’s a promise ceremony. A commitment to keep choosing each other, to keep being honest, to keep building something real. “Years ago,” Ethan says, holding my hands, “I promised to find you. And I did. Today, I’m making a new promise. To see you, to choose you, to love you for exactly who you are. No secrets. No lies. Just us.”

What could I promise without lying? Finally, I wrote: *I can't promise to be perfect. I'm broken in ways that might never fully heal. But I promise to be honest. To fight for us. To never control you or manipulate you. To be your partner, not your owner. To build a life together on our terms. That's all I can offer. But I offer it completely.* Simple. True. Mine. Marcus showed me his: *I promise to protect you without controlling you. To love you without owning you. To stand beside you, not in front of you. To be patient with your healing. To never make you feel small. To build whatever kind of life you want. That's my vow.*