Promised Sans Novels & Stories

"She won't." Edward remained calm. Because Sanshine Mier didn't even have the chance to make conditions. "Well, I'll make this bet with you!" Sanshine Mier held out her little finger: "It's a deal, you can't break your promise." "No problem." Seeing that Sanshine Mier actually came up with such a childish act of pinky promise, Edward complained in his heart: Or did you drink too much? "Edward, ​​don't make this joke!" Erik, who was still being ignored, was a little anxious.

a lifetime promise. "That sounds perfect to me."

Images appeared—snippets of Nathan’s early missions, encrypted communications, his reports… all addressed to the Board. And at the top of every file was a name she hadn’t seen before: Project Prometheus. She gasped. “Nathan… you knew?” The void snapped away. Reality returned with a blast of static. She stumbled back onto the rooftop, gasping for air. Nathan caught her, eyes wide. “Alina—what happened?” Her eyes filled with tears. “You lied to me.” Nathan froze. “What are you talking about?” “Project Prometheus,” she whispered, holding up the fragments. “You were never sent to destroy the Foundation. You were sent to take it over!”

“I promised you I would do one thing for you. Say, what request do you want to make?” Anna nodded. Of course, she guessed right. Brandon wanted to talk to you about this. “Hmm..” Anna purposely made Brandon nervous. She pretended to think. “Maybe… er…” Anna looked at Brandon, “I figured it out, I want to ask you, for one thing, you must do it!” Anna smiled softly, but in Brandon’s eyes, it was nothing more than a devil’s smile. “Speak quickly. What do you want me to do for you?” Brandon began to lose patience. Compared to his goofy appearance last night, Anna thought Brandon had multiple personality disorders.

For her Sanam was cruel and if he comes to know what she is doing behind his back, the consequences won't be good. But now when the woman was getting a chance to see his normal and soft side, she asks suspiciously, "You will not do anything to me, but you will definitely do something to Emir." The corner of his lips twitched upward, "I promise, I won't." Oh, then she can believe him. No matter how terrifying Sanam may take a turn, he will not back away from his words. He means every single word and promise and Heer is aware of this fact.

Not a threat. Not a warning. A promise.

You promised me! But the dead can't keep promises.

"I... Promise," "I'm happy that this time you'll not gonna break your promise," Sebastian announced. Breaking their sacred promise."I'm hoping that you'll not gonna break it this time," "Hey, we're done talking about this right," I said and looked at him, my eyes are giving him a warning. Thomas is with us for pity's sake.

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’ll be there, I promise.” ##########