Promises Poems Novels & Stories

That vase had been something we’d constructed together, and our initials were carved into the base. Adrian rushed forward, gripping my arm. He brushed a hand over my cheek as if nothing else mattered. "It’s alright. I’ll buy you another one. Lauren, I know you’ve blamed yourself all this time for not being able to conceive. If you can’t, then we won’t. We’ll just adopt." He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him."

When I was standing right in front of him, I leaned down, bringing my face close to his. “Promised?” I repeated, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Let me tell you something about promises.” I straightened up, false promises made by men ringing in my head and my eyes never leaving his. “A promise is a tool. A weapon. Something to give hope to the hopeless and manipulate the desperate. It’s the leash that keeps dogs like you from biting until the master decides it’s time to put you down.”

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

You promised me! But the dead can't keep promises.

But before long, the entire detailed solution of the Olympic problem that gave Brandon a headache was written on the back of the piece of paper. ‘Really?’ Brandon still couldn’t believe this fact. “Hmm…” Brandon mused, if that’s the case, then this means he has to fulfill his promise to do something for Anna. Really? Does he have to do something for her? The joy of meeting Ms. Bunny disappeared in an instant, Brandon thought for a long time. In his mind was the image of Anna with a malicious expression asking him to do shameful things. Although Brandon had anticipated this, the thought of doing something for Anna still made him uncomfortable.

His body was on the floor as two men held him in place with a gun to the back of his head. Fear rose within me as I watched David move across the room towards me. His steps were purposeful and every inch of my body tensed in anticipation of his words. I could feel my heart racing a million miles per hour, and I was sure that he could hear it too. When he finally reached me, his face mere inches from mine, he paused. “The only reason I haven’t killed you is because I made a promise to my wife. However, I won’t forget this. Come morning, that girl will be gone, and you will start working to make amends with me.”

“I just wanted to know if you're okay, yesterday you were a bit... “Don't worry, I'm brand new. “I smiled and looked at his hands, trying to read the title of the book, but the veins outlined in his hands took my focus away, making me think about what those hands were capable of doing. “I brought you these books... “Jackson showed them to me, then handed them to me. ““Fate” and “dog on board” “I murmured, looking at the titles and names of the authors. “Destiny is by the author Rivers Mandson, it is a book that helped me a lot at times, it involves connection, the law of attraction” Jackson explained, making it clear that he understood that yesterday I went through a terrible situation and n

Congrats on finally getting your wish! When I refreshed the page, the post had already vanished. I put my phone down, a slow smile spreading across my face. 'Guess you know homewreckers don't shine too well in the spotlight.'

We always thought we could easily keep the promises made when we were young. The one who received the promise kept it for a lifetime, but the one who made it had long forgotten.

No one understood better than he did that when a person became utterly heartbroken, the weight of accumulated disappointment could crush everything. He had already wasted five days. Delaying any longer would reduce the already slim chances of reconciliation even further. So, despite everyone’s advice, he boarded the plane. After landing in Tarvos, his assistant sent over the address they had managed to track down. Dominic and Samson headed straight there. They knocked on the door several times without getting any response. It seemed she wasn’t home. The two men stood at the apartment entrance, waiting from noon until sunset. Just as the sky turned golden with the approach of evening, they fi