Promises Are Meant To Be Broken Novels & Stories

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.'

“Promises are meant to be broken? Tsk! That’s a lie, for promises are a sacred word to be broken by anyone. Promises are not meant to be broken. They are meant to be fulfilled.” He is the one who thought me that, but then the same person that’s breaking it and even without blinking. Proving somehow to me that promises are meant to be broken. To the day that he held his hand to me and taught me to believe that everything is possible. My heart and my mind bare those hope and faith. Yet, this time, at this very moment, everything is screaming and right in front of my face that it is all nothing a piece of lie and garbage. “To the p

he promise which made me smile. Promises are meant to be broken, not because that someone who promise you wanted it but because their promises depends on the people around them.

He blurted out, confused abd utterly perturbed. "Because you never keep to your promises." She stated firmly. "I told you before didn't I? I told you that promises as sacred and can never be broken but you always break them right after you make them to me, so I think that it will be of our best interest if you don't make any promises concerning this matter." "Serenity?" Andre called softly, willing her to look at him. "I promise and this time, I won't break them."

I didn't know if we would make it. I sighed, "I know I had my doubts, and I'm going to murder you if you even come close to that Candace girl again." Seth busted out laughing, "you have nothing to worry about, I'm done with games and broken promises. I'm too old for that shit. In fact I'm pretty sure by this time next year you'll be a Greer too." Looking over at him I arched my brow, "pretty sure?" He smiled, "I have to make sure you act right."

"I want you to hold on and believe in promises again, but I'm also afraid that I might break your trust on promises even more, because I'm not one hundred percent sure if I can really make my promises come true." I blinked couple times. It's true, I don't believe in promises anymore. I don't trust promises, I believe they'll be broken. There are always broken promises. I don't want to increase the pain I feel because of broken promises. "I know you don't want me to make a promise. And I told you I won't, I won't make a promise if you don't want me to." I stared intently in his eyes. I know he's telling the truth. And I also remember that koment when I told him not to make a promise to me. Wh

“You used your alpha order on me. You promised never to do that. Do you remember that conversation? At the waterfall. You promised. What good is a promise if you’re going to break it?” “What do you want me to say? I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight. All I saw were two massive wolves ready and willing to rip you to shreds to get to Colleen. I didn’t want you getting hurt. I got caught up in the moment. It won’t happen again.” “Another promise you’ll break, no doubt,” she said with fury in her glare. “That’s not fair.” “What’s not fair is the fact that you can do whatever you want. You say the word, and people obey. I don’t work like that.”

I always took promises seriously and hated it when other people did not. When I was eight years old, my father and I went to visit my grandfather, a recluse who lived in the woods. During our one week stay, I became friends with a boy called Tommy who was a son to a lumberjack. On our second last he had promised to teach me how to chop wood. I'd snuck out my grandfather's axe and was at the designated location in time but he didn't show. I decided to teach myself and ended up cutting the side of my foot with the tip of the axe. It wasn't too deep but it hurt like hell. As I limped towards grandfather's cabin, blood pouring out of my wounded foot, I swore to never break a promise. In my young

POV: Rory Hale The thing about promises is that they break as easily as glass. I promised myself seventeen would be my year. My year to escape heartbreak, my year to finally breathe. But instead, seventeen became the year everything shattered like someone had taken a hammer to the fragile bits of my life and smiled while they watched me bleed.

It seems like he's now pissed off about everything he had gone through for me. "I know it's not your problem. But I think you have a part in it." "You broke the agreement we had before. You promised to take our relationship to the next level, but you missed out on many things you never did. Because of you, I finally learned that promises are meant to be broken,” I said, still claiming the old reasons I told him before. His face wrinkles. "Come on, please don't use those old lines." "Just tell me your purpose for wanting to meet me," I said, trying to end the increasingly lengthy conversation.