Romans & histoires Promises Box

His eyes shined as he said, "You want to thank me, right, Summie?" "Huh?" Summer was grateful, but why would he ask such a question out of nowhere? She didn't understand what he meant by that. Right after that, James revealed what he wanted. "If you want to thank me, can you promise me something?" "Promise you something? What is it?" Summer asked. James didn't respond immediately. Instead, he picked up his suit jacket from the bed. There was a small, elegant red box in the right pocket. James took it out before going to Summer.

The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours. On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephole, his heart a frantic drum against his sternum. He should just take it, leave a note, and slide it back. No peeking. No sin. He could do this. He was a responsible adult.

His voice shook just a little. I nodded. There it was—a smile broke across his face, full of joy and peace he could not quite keep under wraps. He pulled a wooden box from behind his back, roughly the same size as the one the High King had given me. "This is my promise to you, my all," he said, his voice deep and tinged with a hint of bashfulness. "If I ever let you down, I'll be left with nothing." He had clearly thought that through before he came.

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.

Everything smelled or maybe even looked old. In one of the rooms we came across, we found a small wooden box laying on a broken table and Carson moved towards it and opened it. Inside there were some handwritten letters. Some are signed by “O.D.” and some by “V.W.” “Olivia Dane and Victor Wallace,” I said. We read the letters. They talked about love, betrayal, and something they called “The Promise.” “What promise?” I asked. Carson read another line aloud. “If the truth ever comes out, it will destroy both families.”

No rush. Just the press of her fingers closing over his, holding the memory chip between them. A promise. A beginning.

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

Then slowly, carefully, I began to write: I promise to love you without condition, every day of your life. I promise to listen, even when your words haven’t formed yet. I promise to let you fail and still believe in you after. I promise to protect your wonder, your kindness, your fire. I promise to tell you the truth, and teach you how to stand in it. I promise to show you what it looks like to love fiercely, and live gently. I promise to never stop choosing this life. You. Us. I looked over what I had written. Then folded the paper in half and slipped it inside the small blue box we’d chosen to hold keepsakes for Elias’s future.