Promises Box Novels & Stories

“Lorenzo—” He leaned in, his hand brushing mine as he closed the box, his voice steady, almost reverent. “This is not your engagement ring. Not yet.” His thumb stroked across my fingers as he continued. “This is a promise ring. You can only ever buy one like this in your entire life. And you can only ever give it to one person.” His eyes bored into mine, unyielding. “I’m giving it to you.” The world tilted. My throat tightened, tears threatening to spill as I launched forward and threw my arms around him. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shoulder.

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"Do you remember when you promised me that you'll show me what's inside when we're older?" "Wow, you still remember, huh?" He asked her since she was pretty young when they used to play with one another. He figured he wouldn't have remembered and would have forgotten her very early childhood memories. "A promise is a promise, Mason. And I never forget a promise." She told him as she scooted closer to the treasure box. "Now show me what's inside." She demanded. Mason chuckled and reached for the lid of the box. He slowly opened it as it squeaked from the rusts that had started forming on the hinges. He flashed the light that was illuminating from his phone on it and Kelsey kneeled down beside

Sexy. She leaves and Mason pulls my chair out for me. He takes his seat and we stare at one another. "This place is beautiful." I say and he nods. "Only the best for my wife." He says and my eyes widen as he pulls out a small grey velvety box. "What?!" I ask in disbelief and he chuckles. "I'm not asking you to marry me...yet." He says and relief mixed with a little disappointment set in my body. "This is a promise ring. A promise that I make to you tonight to always love you and protect you. To marry you and have lots of babies with you, " I laugh as he says this.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. My heart stopped. "Elias what are you doing?" "Relax. It is not what you think." He opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring. "This is a promise ring. Not an engagement. Just a symbol that I am serious about us." Tears filled my eyes. "You are serious?" "Completely. I love you, Skylar. I want a future with you. When we are ready. No pressure. Just a promise." "Yes. Yes, I want that too."

Jace murmured, eyes soft. River shook his head, smiling warmly. “We’re perfect, Jace. Together. And that’s what counts.” Just as they were settling into a quiet moment, River reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He held it out carefully, watching Jace’s eyes widen in surprise. “What’s this?” Jace asked softly, voice trembling slightly with curiosity. River smiled, placing the box in Jace’s hands. “It’s a promise. Not just any promise, a forever promise. I want you to have this. To remind you that whatever comes, whatever happens… I’m yours. Always.”

That's a promise. Things are about to get interesting.

Inside the cabinet was a small black lockbox. Nothing else. Just a box. No labels. No markings. No explanation. Tayla carefully lifted it out. The weight surprised her. It was heavier than expected. There was another lock. The same key opened it. This time her hands trembled. Not from fear. From anticipation. The box opened. Inside were several flash drives. A thick envelope. And a handwritten note. Tayla immediately recognized Damian's handwriting. Her heart began pounding. She unfolded the paper. The message was short.

Being family means no tricks, no cheating, and paying exactly what things are worth. "Fine." Uncle Liam made up his mind. "12,000 dollars it is." He flipped to the last page, picked up the pen, and signed his name.

He helped me up, promised to foot the bills but on the condition that I become his wife. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I curled my hair behind my ears, It was no use crying now. The deed had been done. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I dug my fingers into the back of my jeans. My jaws dropped when I saw the notification, it was a credit alert. Henry Ford had wired the payment he promised into my account. ‘Was this real?’ I wondered as I felt relief sneak into my heart, relaxing the tightness I had initially been feeling.