Promises Poems Novels & Stories

Shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. Then he reached for my hand. Pressed a kiss against my knuckles. And finally said, “I promise.” I wanted to believe him. God help me, I wanted to. But something deep inside me whispered that promises were only as strong as the people making them. And for the first time in seven years… I wasn’t sure Damian believed his own. Hours later, Elena and Noah slept peacefully. But Damian remained awake. Sitting alone in the darkness. His phone illuminated his face. A single message glowed on the screen.

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

The promise lingers — heavy, sacred, unspoken. Whatever comes next, it will burn us both.

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice

She grins, “Again, with the promises.”

We had come full circle, reclaiming our destinies and embracing the love that had always been destined to be. And so, as we sat under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, hearts full of gratitude, we whispered promises to each other. Promises of unwavering support, unconditional love, and a lifetime of shared adventures. Together, we had rewritten our story, weaving together the threads of our past to create a tapestry of love, resilience, and hope.

It was a promise woven with threads of determination, each strand carrying the weight of his devotion. And so, as his words lingered in the air like a melody, I found myself caught between the comforting embrace of his pledge and the lingering tendrils of unease. The tapestry of emotions within me was a complex interplay of hope and trepidation, a delicate dance that mirrored the journey ahead. With his promise as my guiding star, I braced myself for the challenges to come, knowing that his unwavering dedication would be the anchor that held me steady amidst the storm.

While mine covered in anticipation and excitement. "We'll surely have a future and you'll feel happy in it" he whispered against my lips as his soft flesh brushed against mine. Promises, that's what I was afraid of. And he just promised me a future, gave me a hope. Promises are made to be broken. Thats what always happens. I know it very well yet I couldn't help but let myself believe in him. That's the very first promise he made to me. I so much want to create a future with him, where I could be happy.

In that moment, promises hung in the air, unspoken but understood. "I promise," I said, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. It was a promise to fight for her, for us, and to never repeat the mistakes of the past. The weight of my commitment lay heavy on my shoulders, but it was a burden I was willing to bear for the chance to mend what was broken and build a future together.

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.”