Promises Box 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.'

The one who believed in nothing. — Then we'll do it, I say. She turns to me, eyes wide. — What? — We'll do it. If it's your dream, it's my dream. If you want the world, we'll have the world. If you want my name, I'll take yours if you want. If you want promises, I promise you everything. — You... you're serious? I take a box from my pocket. — I've had it for six months. Her mouth opens. No sound comes out.

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

'Wait for me. My chest tightened. I didn’t know why it bothered me, but it did. Maybe because nothing Dominic did ever involved protecting anyone. I shook off the thought after a moment, none of it was my business anyway. When I returned to the deck, Dominic was waiting, a sleek black box in his hand. He tossed it to me. “Like I promised, here is your phone. Use this.” I caught it one-handed, barely looking at him. “Thanks,” I said dryly, setting it down beside me.

Aurora’s POV Love was supposed to be built on trust. On faith. On the belief that no matter what, the person you gave your heart to would never betray you. I used to believe that. The small velvet box felt warm in my palm, a fragile promise of the future I had envisioned with Adrian Sinclair. Tonight, I would surprise him—not just with the key to his apartment, but with the decision I had finally made. I was ready. After years of waiting, of holding onto my beliefs, I had decided that maybe… maybe I could give in.