Promises And Pomegranates Novels & Stories

Not a greeting. A promise.

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice

"A promise." In the back of his mind, the Utterance stirred with recognition. A promise. Of course. The Hungry consume possibility. Futures. Tomorrows. But a promise is a future that has been committed but not yet delivered. It exists in a state of permanent potential. It can never be fully consumed because it is always becoming. "Exactly," Jack said. "Ben, you listening?" "I am filing a one-thousand-and-forty-one-trillion-credit counter-suit while simultaneously restructuring our planetary defense budget and trying not to have a stress-induced cardiac event. But yes, I am listening."

Yes, I really loved that picture we presented. Adrian suddenly startled and let go of me. "Oh shit. I forgot an important thing." I looked at him confused as he rummaged through his pockets before smiling in triumph. "Here," he said, holding out another ring. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Adrian Stone, if this is your time and idea of proposing, I'm gonna have to let you down." He rolled his eyes. "No, silly. This is my ring. You see, I've heard that the promise rings come in couples so I bought one for each of us. We were supposed to put them on each other's fingers but I forgot." He finished with a sheepish look.

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 love spills over. "Promise me," he says. "I promise." "Promise me you'll never leave. Promise me you'll never give up on us. Promise me you'll always fight for us. Promise me you'll always choose us. Promise me you'll always come back. Promise me you'll always find me. Promise me you'll always love me." "I promise. I promise on everything. I promise on Noah. I promise on us. I promise on our future. I promise on our love. I promise on our life. I promise on our family."

I respond. Money can buy almost anything,g but it can't break loyalty that's cemented with mutual understanding, trust, and magic. "You haven't established any relationships with them yet?" she retorts. I understood why she wanted to make this easier on both of us and that she was frustrated, but she was going a little too far now. "I have El, but they have signed a commitment to the throne that's binded with magic. I am not on the throne yet; my father is. They would be obligated to share what I'd be asking them to do," I explain.

His fury was barely held in check. “This is such a minor thing. Do you really need to escalate this? Picking on a girl—what’s the point? If you want to cause trouble, then come at me,” he said through gritted teeth. It was exactly the response Nate had been waiting for. He signaled to one of his underlings to grab the fruit knife from the table. His voice dripped with malice. “Fine. I won’t make this difficult for you. She destroyed my hand, so you’ll lose one hand too. That way, we’ll be even!”

“I promise.” In our many years of friendship we had never promised eachother and failed we tried all our possible best to fulfill all that we promise each other, Daniel had one certain time promised to take me on a movie date,but on that fateful day his mom had made him babysit his two younger siblings,which was definitely a barrier to what we had planned earlier.I sat in my house already prepared waiting for his call,or rather the beep of his car outside alerting me but nothing showed up not even a text message. I was a human so definitely I was disappointed cause I didn't even know what was going on.but then just an hour past the scheduled time he showed up with a flower for apology althou

I said. He looked up, bleary-eyed. "The data stories are correct." "They're not sticky. We need Keila's story." I explained the two apple trees. "The big investor is the Honeycrisp. Proven, strong. The community is the Winter Banana. Rare, cherished, needing a home. Together, they make a better, more resilient orchard. That's the Northpoint project. Not a financial stack. An orchard."