Promises Poems Novels & Stories

As I cradle both Alex and our child in the aftermath of the storm, I know that every hardship, every moment of doubt, has led us to this singular, miraculous moment. In that fragile embrace, with the pack’s unity echoing in the distant hum of the city, I vow once more to honor the promises of our hearts. “I will always fight for us,” I whisper, my voice resolute yet tender. “For every promise made, for every dream yet to come, I will keep fighting.”

“No more Ledger. No paper collars. If you promise, do it with your chest. If you fail, say so, and we’ll decide the cost. If you love, do it where we can see.” They bow not low, not long. Arms cross, grins crack. An old man pats his throat and toasts, “Empty.” “Look,” Nyxara murmurs. Fewer threads still hang. Not white, not tight. River-soot-bread colours, braided. They drift to hands, not throats. One dips to the boy. He offers his palm. It touches, lingers, learns doesn’t tie. “What are those?” he asks. “Promises that want to be held,” I say. “Not owned.”

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

All that remained was hatred for being deceived for fifty years! She looked at the urn she had caressed countless times and wished she could smash it on the ground. But fate showed no mercy. It did not even give her the chance to vent her anger. A runaway truck came barreling toward her. There was a loud crash, and blood filled Yasmine’s vision. People gathered around and whispered. “Oh, I know this old woman. Her husband just died, and she has no children. I suppose this is her fate.” “Yes, she has no family left. Maybe it would’ve been better if she had gone with her husband. Perhaps they will be together again in the next life!”

The actual end. (I promise.)

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.

Mario stood there like a victor, savoring the sight of his defeated opponent. But I met his gaze without fear, my eyes filled not with dread but with a quiet anticipation. I was waiting—waiting for the moment when the truth would come to light, to see whether Mario could still smile the way he did now. "Everyone here must have seen the recent reports on illegal experimentation and falsified data," I said. "First of all, I despise such acts. I strongly condemn anyone involved in them. Next, I'll give you an answer you'll find satisfactory."

I embraced my new life and left the wreckage of the past behind. … Clement and I traveled to Finholm to see the northern lights. While I was mesmerized by the shimmering sky, he leaned over and pecked my cheek. Perhaps it was the aurora's glow, but when he looked at me, his eyes were dazzling and faintly blue, drawing me in. … When we returned from our honeymoon, the head of a kickboxing club, whom I hadn't seen in forever, reached out to me. She told me the international tournament I had given up on was about to start again, and she didn't want my talent to go to waste.

"What is it? What are you promising me now? What words are you saying this time?" "I promise I will never let you go again. I promise I will fight for you. I promise I will be the man you deserve. I promise I will be worthy of you. I promise I will never let fear stop me from loving you. I promise I will never let silence steal us again. I promise I will never let you feel alone again. I promise I will never let you doubt my love again. I promise I will never let you walk away again. I promise I will never let you forget how much I love you." "And what if I leave again? What if I run again? What if I disappear again? What if I get scared? What if I get lost? What if I forget? What if I lose

He looked up, a glimmer of hope reigniting in his eyes. "You can pay on a monthly basis. I'll give you a 30-day payment term." That glimmer died, replaced by an unreadable expression. "12,000 dollars? That's what you charge your family?" "Family, huh?" I reiterated, savoring the words. "Uncle Liam, do you know what that word means in my book? In my book, treating someone like family means paying them on time, not ripping them off, and not weaponizing blood ties to haggle on prices. I'm sure you know the state of your factory better than I do, Uncle Liam.