Promises Unkept Novels & Stories

" He had promised. "I will wait for you, Tann. No matter how long it takes. I will wait for you." I had vowed.🔛🔛🔛 That was the promise we made each other. A promise we broke. A promise that wasn't kept at last, from our ends. A promise that passed with time. A promise I would have done everything to live through. A promise I wanted so damn much for it to come to pass. Five years has passed already.

Tracks of melted snow, or perhaps tears, streaked down his cheeks. I took his hand in mine, sighing softly when I noticed the fresh scars crisscrossing his wrist. "I used to think unrequited love was the end of the world. But now I get it. The world keeps turning, no matter who walks out of your life. You'll move on, eventually."

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

He looked at her and she immediately took that as a sign to step in. “Claire, we have to make sure grandmama is in good health first before everything else, okay? We’ll go on the beach trip once everything’s settled,” She assured her despite her not knowing if will even fall through. “You promise?” She gave both of them the puppy eyes. Kai licked his lips, briefly glancing at her before looking at their daughter with a smile on his face. “Promise, my love.” Then she looked at her mom who’s watching them, not knowing how to react.

His uncle, who had once seemed as powerful as his father, had gray hair and had withered to skin and bones. Leo was barely alive. When he saw Noah, tears streamed down his face. “Noah, this is what I deserve. I deceived her for more than fifty years! I owe her my life. “The Quinton family’s fortune… I need you to pass it on to her. “Consider it as my way of making amends.” Noah understood right away. He was not the only one who had seen that dream. But he only shook his head and refused Leo’s final request. He knew that Yasmine did not want anything to do with the Quinton family ever again.

They did not often speak directly about the promise in year eight. It existed—Ernest had written it in the journal at the end of the fourth year, had returned to it at the end of the fifth, had noted its approach at the beginning of the sixth. Don knew about the journal entries; he read over Ernest's shoulder on the evenings when Ernest wrote at the study desk with the door open, which was the signal that the writing was not private. The entries about the promise were among those Don had read. He had not commented on them at the time. He had, on one occasion in the fifth year, said: "The promise does not require management. It will be what it is when it arrives."

Caption: If the city breaks your heel, break the city back. Promise returned the phone, laughter spilling like metal cooling. Daniel leaned close. “Monday,” he whispered. “Noon.” She nodded. Later, at a kiosk, Promise dialed Umuaka. The line clicked, and Mama’s voice rushed through, thin but fierce. “My child?” “I’m okay,” Promise said. “There was a fire. It missed.” “Fire cannot eat a child named Promise,” Mama declared. “I feared the oath would. But see—you are stronger than both. Are you praying?”

Another promise I couldn’t keep. “Okay, Marcus. Thank you.” “Sir, if I may…” He paused. “I think you should stop now. You’ve tried your best to fulfill this promise. He won’t hold it against you.” “No.” My voice came out harder than intended. “I need to find her. Just keep me updated.” “Yes, sir I’ll start working on that immediately.” I ended the call and stood there, the weight of fifteen years pressing down on my shoulders. I’d promised him. And I’d failed. Again and again.

“‘DARK SKY’, the poem behind this painting I made just for you, which means a sad goodbye of never.” Woke up at another time, yet the recent reality of my life where Mike ends up leaving me behind without telling me why. And by which I am recalling the past that he is will me and that he is saying all of those promises that I am still holding on and tight. It then echoes, with the words. “Tsk! Promises are not meant to be broken. It is meant to be fulfilled.”

Stay forward. Marry likes Kay and Logan talk about promisses. It's hard to find a man who keep his promise. Believe me, Marry is often hurt by denied promises. For those of you who have the same feelings as Marry, keep your spirits up. See you in the next chapter. Byee...