Promises We Meant To Keep Mga Nobela at Kwento

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

Lucas whined a little, then scrambled up on his own, racing into my arms, giggling and crying, "Mommy!" They said in Westbridge, the Foster empire was no more. In Westbridge prison, a madman raved with vacant eyes. I only smiled. I gathered Lucas into my arms and carried him home for a warm bath. Some lives had ended. Ours was only just beginning, full of noise, joy, and life.

"Some woman still failed to keep Spence by her side even after giving birth. What a joke." I had been hearing such sarcastic remarks for the last five years. Mulverna's winds were bitingly cold. I sniffled as my hands trembled from the cold. In contrast, the people in the photograph were enjoying a romantic and blissful moment in the warmth of summer. I smiled as I typed a comment. "In that case, I'll leave Spencer to care about you forever." Spencer, I would be the one leaving you this time. The weather was freezing, and the network in the airport wasn't working well. My flight had been delayed.

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.

Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle. But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it. That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.” I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken. He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.” I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both. As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed

"Will you still want me at dinosaur days?" "Tommy would riot if you didn't show." "That's not what I asked." I merge onto the parkway. Traffic's lighter now. Most people are already home for dinner. "You're always invited." I keep my eyes on the road. "Company or no company. Inheritance or no inheritance. None of that changes this." "Promise?" The word catches me off guard. When did we stop believing each other's promises? When did we start needing them to be explicit? "Promise," I say.

"Don't promise to die. Promise to live. Promise we'll both live." "I promise," I said. Even though I wasn't sure I could keep it. We stood there. Holding each other. In the wreckage of her office. Surrounded by evidence of his plans. His hate. His obsession. And somewhere out there, someone was carrying on his work. Someone with Phase 2. Someone waiting for the right moment. Someone who thought we were weak. Broken. Easy targets. They were wrong. We'd survived Kane. Survived Jax. Survived the Bratva.

"We stood the same, looked the same, made the same promises. The first promise stands for love, we promised to love each other unconditionally. The second one stands for trust, we promised to trust each other at any cost. The third one stands for honesty, we promised to be honest with each other. The fourth one stands for purity, we promised to be for no one but each other. The fifth one stands for happiness, we promised to be each other's happiness. The sixth one stands for unity, we promised to live as one soul. The seventh one stands for eternity, we promised to live together and die together." A weird silence consumed both of us, and after a while, I felt the urge to question. "What happ

I kissed him without saying another word, he grabbed my boobs, and a soft moan escaped my lips. We made love slowly and carefully, just in case this was the last time. Afterwards, Dylan held me close. "If something happens to me, promise me you will keep living. Keep loving. Keep being the amazing mother and Luna you are." "Nothing is going to happen to you." "Promise me anyway." "Only if you promise the same." "I promise." We fell asleep tangled together and neither of us mentioned that promises made in desperation were the hardest ones to keep.

I'm glad I didn't die before I met you But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you And I'd probably be happy" For everyone knew, you can't ever break a pinky promise. *End of flashback* Tears blurred my vision as I tucked my head into his chest, away from wandering eyes. Swaying to the music, I let myself enjoy his body heat as I shut the rest of the world out. So if you wanna be with me With these things there's no telling We just have to wait and see But I'd rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery, ah-ha, mm-hmm "I told you I'd never break any pinky promises" he whispered, his head leaning against my own. "T-then, pinky promise me that you won't hurt me agai