Promises Are Meant To Be Broken Novels & Stories

"It's just that you've been busy these days, and I couldn't reach out to you." "I'm so sorry about that, babe. It's just that..." To make my words more convincing, I put my effort in putting sincerity in it. "Don't worry, once I finish this trip, I will make it up to you and our family. Please, wait for me. I promise." Promises are bound to be broken. I, for one, no longer believe in promises. But for the sake of this trip to be successful, I had to make one. I had to lie.

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

Douglas then dropped to one knee right in front of me. “Babe, I love you. I want to marry you someday. Will you be mine?” Seriously? Was this what dating him involved? He was basically padlocking the door to my future male escort endeavors. He pulled out a yellow sapphire ring. What? It was the very one I had designed! I never should have stayed up all night drafting it. “Fine, then.” I heard that my family elders and Douglas had cleaned up all the messages that Finn posted. After Finn was taken away, he suffered a mental breakdown. His psychological resilience was simply too low.

When I got there I threw my bag on the chair and dropped myself on the bed. My day is not tiring for others, but I feel very tired. Maybe the term 'promise is meant to be broken' is really true. He broke his promise again. He promised he would come home now, so I hoped. I was his princess before and now I don't know my place to his life anymore. He doesn't like people breaking promises, but he is one of them.

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

Aurora, you should’ve just walked away from all of this. I bit my lip, trying to focus on Adrian instead of the firestorm of emotions inside me. The last thing I needed was another argument. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring—the one he had given me, the one that symbolized promises broken. Adrian’s eyes followed my every move. When I handed him the ring, his fingers brushed against mine, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of the past. But that moment quickly died. I wasn’t the same girl who had once believed in his promises. I wasn’t the same naive woman who had thought love was supposed to be easy.

Thinking that while other people make this kind of promise, I make the other kind. The promises that’s not meant to last. The promises that are dangerous, unhealthy and vicious. I think people were never on the same pages. Just like my father and mother who didn’t end up together, because they never promised each other in front of people, in front of the higher being as they say. I meant what I said. He scared me. He scares me the most but not in the shallow way. I made a promise to myself and not a promise with him. I’m afraid that it’s either I’ll break that or I’ll break him.

''Don’t look at me, because I might cry,’’ I whispered, nibbing the corner of my eyes. ''No, its okay, you can cry, when you are with me, you don’t need to pretend, you can be you, let go of everything and all,’’ she whispered. ''Okay,’’ I nodded as I regained composure and smiled. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ she held out her pinky figure. ''To friendship and loyalty,’’ I replied. ''Friends don’t lie,’’ she added before I said the same words again. Promises were important to me, but I had stopped holding on to them. Because most of the time people didn’t mean it, they comfortably broke them.

Valerie’s POV I used to think promises were only words people said when they wanted to make themselves feel better. I had heard many promises in my life. Promises that were broken. Promises made out of fear. Promises made because people wanted power. For a long time, I believed promises were fragile things. They sounded beautiful when they were spoken, but they meant nothing if they were not followed by actions. But my life taught me something different. The most important promises are not the ones we make during perfect moments.

So be it. " Don't you know, promises are made to be broken. Just consider this as one of those broken promises that meant nothing in the end. I didn't know better then. It was in the heat of the moment so it can't be taken seriously. I don't know about you but I won't leave my mate for you. It's just not worth it." She gasped and staggered backward opening space between us. " H-How could -"