Promises Unkept Novels & Stories

She is still a kid, so she definitely does not know anything about life. "Daddy always gets us something whenever he promises us... Uncle Max always does whatever he promised us to do, and the ones he never promised us, he never did them. So, I think promise is a strong thing that validates things," She shrugs, and I slowly nod my head. "So, do you mean your daddy never goes back on his words?" I ask her for some reason I do not understand. "Yes... He has never gone back on his words," She replies to me, and I nod my head. I don't know why I'm suddenly scared, but something keeps telling me that something is wrong somewhere, although I can't picture what exactly it is.

he said skimming his nose on the crook of my neck , inhaling my scent " I promise I won't hurt you ever again " " Don't - don't make promises that you can't keep " I said ignoring the creeping disappointment in my heart " I will keep this one , I'm keeping this one for sure ..No matter what I have to do for this but I'm not gonna break it because we are not over ,you hear me princess , we are not fucking over "

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

He helped me up, promised to foot the bills but on the condition that I become his wife. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I curled my hair behind my ears, It was no use crying now. The deed had been done. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I dug my fingers into the back of my jeans. My jaws dropped when I saw the notification, it was a credit alert. Henry Ford had wired the payment he promised into my account. ‘Was this real?’ I wondered as I felt relief sneak into my heart, relaxing the tightness I had initially been feeling.

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."

"How sure are we that you won't turn your back on us?" "Good question. I'm a straightforward person, and I keep to my promise. You give me what I want, I fulfill my promise. I will give you two twenty-four hours to think. With that being said, have a nice day." "What? Do you keep to your promise? That has to be the creepiest joke I've ever heard," was the first thing I said as we returned home. "Of course, I keep to my promise. With just a few words, I was able to shake the table."

“That I’ll chase this future and look back wondering what I lost in the process.” That confession softened something in me. “We don’t have a map,” I said. “And everyone keeps asking us to promise things we can’t guarantee.” He nodded. “Then maybe we don’t promise forever.” I looked at him sharply. “Maybe we promise honesty,” he continued. “And effort. And that if it stops working, we won’t lie about it just to avoid pain.” Tears burned behind my eyes not from sadness, but from relief. “I can do that,” I whispered.

Ethan whispers. Of course, I know. I wished the same for him. "Good luck, Ethan. I hope you find what you're looking for," I finally say, looking at his face. Ethan has a fragile smile on his lips, as if it takes a lot for him to be there. He extends his pinky finger to me. "Promise you won't become a stranger? And that you'll continue with the AA?" he asks. Both promises are hard to keep, but despite everything, I lift my pinky finger and intertwine it with his.

What could I promise without lying? Finally, I wrote: *I can't promise to be perfect. I'm broken in ways that might never fully heal. But I promise to be honest. To fight for us. To never control you or manipulate you. To be your partner, not your owner. To build a life together on our terms. That's all I can offer. But I offer it completely.* Simple. True. Mine. Marcus showed me his: *I promise to protect you without controlling you. To love you without owning you. To stand beside you, not in front of you. To be patient with your healing. To never make you feel small. To build whatever kind of life you want. That's my vow.*

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