Promises Box Novels & Stories

You’ll never be less than anyone else’s child. "Mrs. Foster, it’s time for your medicine." The housekeeper stepped in with a glass of water. I waved her away, suddenly finding the pills repulsive. Adrian had always told me these were specially formulated supplements, tailored to my body by experts. He’d insisted that if I kept taking them, my health would improve and my chances of conceiving would grow. I picked up one of the tablets, studying it closely. On the side, faint letters were etched into the coating.

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.]

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice

Then— “I meant what I said earlier.” I turned, heartbeat stuttering. “Which part? The wall sex or the ring?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “No way.” “It’s not a proposal,” he said quickly. “I’m not dumb enough to hijack her wedding day but it’s a promise.” I stared at the box. “A promise?” “That one day, when the time is right, when you’re ready, hell, when I’m ready, I’m going to do this for real but I want you to know where my heart is. Even if it’s fucking terrifying.”

And that mattered more than anything else. Damien reached inside his coat, and for a brief second, my wolf reacted to the movement. Old instincts. Old habits. But then he pulled out a small black box and held it toward me. The object looked simple, elegant, and ancient, carrying the feeling of something that had existed long before either of us. "What is this?" His expression softened. "A promise." I did not take it immediately. "Every ruler in my bloodline receives one." My eyes moved toward the box.

Not a greeting. A promise.

Sanskar muttered to himself. **To Be Continued**

Images appeared—snippets of Nathan’s early missions, encrypted communications, his reports… all addressed to the Board. And at the top of every file was a name she hadn’t seen before: Project Prometheus. She gasped. “Nathan… you knew?” The void snapped away. Reality returned with a blast of static. She stumbled back onto the rooftop, gasping for air. Nathan caught her, eyes wide. “Alina—what happened?” Her eyes filled with tears. “You lied to me.” Nathan froze. “What are you talking about?” “Project Prometheus,” she whispered, holding up the fragments. “You were never sent to destroy the Foundation. You were sent to take it over!”

One project after another fell through, and Black Group's stock price kept sliding. On my side, I had a strong and well-staffed team. They showed astonishing drive and execution, securing several multimillion-dollar deals in rapid succession. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, looking down at the cheering team, and announced loudly, "Tonight, we're going to Velour. Drinks are on me, and no one leaves sober!" "Boss, you're awesome!" Amid thunderous cheers, I led everyone out of the building in a grand procession.

When I couldn't break free, I dissolved into tears, afraid he'd kill me first and then my parents. Sobbing into his hand, I pleaded tremulously, "Mercy! My dad's cash is in the window cabinet—maybe two grand. If that's not enough, I can Venmo more, but I only have a few grand left. Take it and go; we'll pretend this never happened. I'm young. I haven't even been in love and haven't married. I don't want to die, please..." A soft laugh escaped him, and then the living room lights flicked on.