Promises And Pomegranates Novels & Stories

We had come full circle, reclaiming our destinies and embracing the love that had always been destined to be. And so, as we sat under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, hearts full of gratitude, we whispered promises to each other. Promises of unwavering support, unconditional love, and a lifetime of shared adventures. Together, we had rewritten our story, weaving together the threads of our past to create a tapestry of love, resilience, and hope.

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

Which were cranberries and they headed their first. They picked them off the vines and placed some in their baskets before moving on to pomegranate trees. They're within reach, and she and Onyx both grab two from the tree before continuing on their way. There are restrictions on how many items can be taken from each category in order to ensure that there is enough for everyone. While walking around the farm, Ophelia and Onyx laughed and talked. "All right, next up are the... pears," Onyx informed her as he folded the map again and placed it in his basket.

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?

Sebastian promised. **********************************************************

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

He looked at her and she immediately took that as a sign to step in. “Claire, we have to make sure grandmama is in good health first before everything else, okay? We’ll go on the beach trip once everything’s settled,” She assured her despite her not knowing if will even fall through. “You promise?” She gave both of them the puppy eyes. Kai licked his lips, briefly glancing at her before looking at their daughter with a smile on his face. “Promise, my love.” Then she looked at her mom who’s watching them, not knowing how to react.

“I’ll be there, I promise.” ##########

Apparently, Jeremy was already standing there for quite some time. "Mr. Hansen…" Poor Polly was frightened once again. Jeremy didn't look at Polly. He merely fixed his gaze on Joanna as he repeated his question. "Why do you want to throw them away?" Persimmons were known to be rich in nutrients. The vitamins and sugar they contained were two times more than other fruits. Also, persimmons could purge the innate heat, alleviate fatigue, and reduce one's coughing symptoms. The persimmon pudding made by Joanna was smooth and silky. It was a lot more delicious than the puddings sold by other stores.

It looked fit for a king or queen, a place where royalty would slumber in luxurious comfort. "You are shitting me." I groaned my stomach rumbling loudly seeing a long table stretched along one side of the room, laden with an array of food that appealed to me instantly. Rushing over I groaned loudly seeing platters of roasted meats, fresh fruits, and decadent pastries arranged in an almost artistic manner. The aroma was intoxicating, and my stomach growled in response. But as I took a step closer my hand outstretched to pinch a juicy red fruit, I paused, remembering the stories my parents had told me about how Hades tricked Persephone. He gifted her a pomegranate and she ate several of its se