Promises Meant To Be Broken Novels & Stories

ARI “let's bond. But I will have one wish that I will ask of you in the future. Se it like a business deal. You get what you want, and I will collect my wish whenever. You must do it, though.” He looks at me, probably trying to see if I am tricking him or if I am telling the truth. Whatever he sees makes him nod once. “deal.” “if you break it-“ “it’s a promise formed under the completion of the bond, sort of like a blood covenant. I can't break it. Have a little faith in me.”

His eyes watered too, “what if I don't want to be loved? What if— one day you are going to hate me, you are going to disgust me, you won't ever want to see or speak to me, or worse I'll lose you” “no you won't! That won't happen I promise—” He was cut off by Aracely's hand on his lips shutting him off. “please don't promise me. Don't tell me everything will be alright, don't tell me things will fall into place, don't promise me that we will be together for ever, because all of the promises that I have either made or have been made to me, have always been broken” Aracely cried. She cried. Normally, she never let anyone see her vulnerable but at tho point she couldn't care less anymore, she w

He knew that he never cared for the girl and he also knew that he loved Liza with all his heart. He had once promised Liza that he would never let her go, that he will do whatever it takes to keep her for eternity and then he had gone ahead and lost her for some girl he didn’t even care about. He had even lost the right to say that he loved her now because he realized that he was nothing but scum compared to Liza, he had broken her when she had given him strength, he had given her tears when she had given him nothing but smiles, he had left her when she had stuck by him even after knowing about his sins, waiting for him to come back to her.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, the implications sinking in with a sickening realization. He did what he promised and broke all the other promises that he once made. He had crossed a line, a line that I had thought he would never dare to cross again. The promises, we had once exchanged, lay shattered at our feet, broken beyond repair. In that moment, the final thread that had bound us together snapped, the bond that had once held the promise of a future now became a chain of captivity. The curse of our fated connection became painfully evident – it was no longer a source of comfort, but a prison from which there seemed to be no escape.

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.

He saw the tears I had not wiped away, feeling sorry for me. "I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to say those things earlier, I never thought you deserved any of that..." Maverick heard him and stormed over, grabbing Alfred by the collar, fuming. "Alfred, you dare to look down on her? Did you forget what you promised me? You said you cared about Helen, that you'd never look down on her, and now, after such a short time, you dare to bring up that incident to shame her?"

The sound of rain swallowed her words, carrying them into the night — a quiet promise, and a warning. The dawn would come again. And this time, it wouldn’t break her. It would break them.

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 -"

Because promises— they mean something. They carry weight. They bind. “You can’t promise that,” she says quietly. “I just did.” “And if I break?” “Then I hold you together.” “And if I can’t be fixed?” “Then I don’t fix you.” “Then what?” I meet her eyes. Unwavering. Unbreaking. “I stand with you anyway.” Her lips part. No words come out. Because there aren’t any. Not for that. Not for something like that. And for a moment—

It seems like he's now pissed off about everything he had gone through for me. "I know it's not your problem. But I think you have a part in it." "You broke the agreement we had before. You promised to take our relationship to the next level, but you missed out on many things you never did. Because of you, I finally learned that promises are meant to be broken,” I said, still claiming the old reasons I told him before. His face wrinkles. "Come on, please don't use those old lines." "Just tell me your purpose for wanting to meet me," I said, trying to end the increasingly lengthy conversation.