Promised Sans Novels & Stories

the boy promised. The girl raised her little finger in front of the boy. “Promise me that we will find each other.” “PROMISE!” Meredith and Randall said in unison after that scene appeared in their vision, clearly surprising Marylex and Shanaia. They even exchanged glances. “Hey! Are you guys, alright? What promise are you talking about?” Shanaia asked with curiosity. “That’s right! What did you promise each other?” Marylex added, wondering. Randall and Meredith suddenly look away at each other.

Cane commented as he looked at Dante and I. Look at them already doing twin stuff. "Well I can't make a promise..." Dante started, but I cut him off. "You have my word." I said as I looked at Connor. I heard Dante mumble something unpleasant under his breath, but if he wanted me back in the web, then he was going to go along with this plan. Connor looked at Dante, waiting for him to make his promise as well, In our world, promises aren't easily made, which meant that words are always kept. Only a coward would go back on his word, and there are no cowards in the web, at least not standing in my mansion at the moment.

“We end it there.” Sienna entered quietly, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You’re risking everything again,” she whispered. “This time it’s different,” he said softly. “This time, we cut off the head of the snake.” Sienna nodded, though worry clouded her eyes. “Just promise me you’ll come back.” Damian turned to her fully, brushing a damp curl from her face. “I promise.” She didn’t let go of his hand for a long moment, anchoring him with her silent strength.

"Sorry I can't promise I won't be leaving. I will return to Manila of course. But don't be sad, I promise you something." Jasmine is still hanging on to what to say. He was happy with his brother. So he wanted it to chatter even more while he was driving. "O' come on. Don't hang me around. What will be your promise? Make sure I will be happy. Or maybe you want me to grumble every day. But just kidding. So what's your promise? Before I forget, what is it?" She would have liked to laugh at Shen. But she would first say what she is going to promise before she could make her sister cry.

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

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.

“Record this.” The man calmly resumed sipping his tea. “Verbal promises are unreliable. Leave some evidence. “If you ever dare have any untoward ideas about Sally…”

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

His fingers are warm and confident, the way he grips a pen before he signs something irreversible. “This isn’t for them,” he says quietly. “This is for you.” The words should ease the tightness in my chest. They don’t. They rearrange it into something more complicated. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say. “I don’t,” he answers. We both know that’s not true anymore. The board brunch is a blur of names and teeth. They’re all there—the men who own pieces of the sky. Elias, smirking. Two others I recognize from G****e and the expressions of waiters who wish they were anywhere else.

Clara asked. She stared at me in disbelief until she saw that only coldness remained in my eyes. She finally realized that I wasn't just speaking out of anger. The tears in her eyes vanished, replaced by the vicious ferocity of being backed into a corner. "Sebastian, don't forget that if it weren't for my sponsorship back then, you wouldn't have even been able to go to college! "Now that you're all grown and powerful, is this how you're going to treat me? I'm not asking for much. Just help me keep Black Group afloat for five years, okay?"