Promises Unkept Novels & Stories

" You promised to keep me happy!" Orni said letting out a painful chuckle. Yanking her hair behind he shouted making her tremble," You are talking about promises! Seriously! You promised to love me forever. You promised to spend your life with me and what you did in the end? You broke your promise. You played with my genuine feelings and called the police!! You wanted to get rid of me! How dare you! You know what you are an unfaithful bitch."

“I promise.” In our many years of friendship we had never promised eachother and failed we tried all our possible best to fulfill all that we promise each other, Daniel had one certain time promised to take me on a movie date,but on that fateful day his mom had made him babysit his two younger siblings,which was definitely a barrier to what we had planned earlier.I sat in my house already prepared waiting for his call,or rather the beep of his car outside alerting me but nothing showed up not even a text message. I was a human so definitely I was disappointed cause I didn't even know what was going on.but then just an hour past the scheduled time he showed up with a flower for apology althou

Part of me wanted to dismiss her warnings as the bitter perspective of someone who'd been burned, but another part recognized the truth in her words, recognized that I was walking a path that led somewhere I couldn't see clearly yet. My phone buzzed with a text from Damien. "She passed peacefully. I'll be here for a few more hours with the family but I wanted you to know I'm thinking about you." I stared at the message for a long moment before typing back. "Take all the time they need. I'll be here tomorrow." His response came quickly. "Thank you for understanding. What we started today, we'll finish tomorrow. I promise." The word promise made my chest tighten because promises were exactly w

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.

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

The thought that time and distance might dull the pain made me feel a little calmer. My sincere and passionate love for Oliver had gone unspoken, but at least I had kept my dignity. I thought Oliver and I would end things on decent terms. What I didn't expect was to find myself locked out. Standing at his door, I entered the passcode repeatedly, only for the message "incorrect password" to pop up. Frustration flared. I knocked, but no one answered. When reason finally returned, I called him. The call rang several times before cutting off.

I searched my bag and took out a paper from it before placing it in his hand which he opened with a curiosity. “You promised me that you will never let any hurt reach my family and mainly my sister all those months back. But you didn’t keep your promise.” I said when he was looking at the paper I made him sign at the very beginning when we both were planning to make Di step back of her plans. “I wish I made your sister sign something like this too.” He whispered and looked over my shoulder which I followed to see Nakul standing near to us. “Don’t we all wish for the same.” I whispered and we three got into the car lost in our own thoughts.

"He won't do anything to me. Don't worry." "Steph…" Jenny looked concerned. "It's no use. He won't make that promise. Even if he promises you, there's no way you can guarantee that he keeps his word." Paul was a man who dealt with both the authorities and the underworld; breaking a promise was second nature to him.

He blurted out, confused abd utterly perturbed. "Because you never keep to your promises." She stated firmly. "I told you before didn't I? I told you that promises as sacred and can never be broken but you always break them right after you make them to me, so I think that it will be of our best interest if you don't make any promises concerning this matter." "Serenity?" Andre called softly, willing her to look at him. "I promise and this time, I won't break them."

"Yes, I will tell you everything," Sticking out my pinkie finger, I extended it toward him. "Promise?" He looked at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are we really doing a pinkie promise? What are we, five-year-olds?" I persisted, undeterred by his teasing. "It doesn't matter how old we are. You need to make this promise and seal it." He looked at his injured hand encased in a bandage. "I can't seem to use my hand." "That's not a problem," I reassured him, rising from his side. Taking his free hand, I hooked my pinkie finger with his and sealed the pact with our thumbs. "Promises are meant to be kept."