Promises We Meant To Keep Novels & Stories

Softer, to Liam, I said, “Joe is excited about this. I’m not the only one who will get hurt if you don’t keep your promises.” “I have no intention of ever hurting Joe, or you, ever again.” “It’s easy to make promises. Much harder to keep them.” “Just keep your eyes on me,” Liam said, inching closer. I leaned closer too, nearing the fence. I wasn’t quite ready to cross it yet, but I was getting closer. “Watch me every second if you have to. I will never disappoint you again.” Such pretty words. My foolish heart wanted to believe so much, but my head remembered things that my heart had forgotten.

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"And Anthony never breaks a promise, right?" His heart shattered. "I..." He couldn't muster a single word. Solace was right. He never broke a promise. "Don't go on making promises you can't keep. You'll be backed into a cave. Full of broken words you never truly meant. They will only come back to bite you in the future, you can't escape it. There's never an escape," Solace lectured. "Your promises to me weren't really promises, were they? Just scattered tasks you never planned to do. You never planned to stay with me the way you promised. You can't keep a promise. You never could. No one can. It's a word tossed in the air far too often to mean a single thing. Not the way it used to."

“Just leave it. I feel very annoyed with you because for the umpteenth time, you have not kept your promise. You said you would give me anything I wanted. Then when I wanted us to eat together at this restaurant, you refused.” “When did I promise you this? I never made any promises about this. I'm just saying that I'm serious about this. Stop saying things I never said.” “It's the same, Albert. If you say serious, it means the same as a promise. Remember! A promise is a debt and a debt is something that must be kept. So keep your promise! You have to do that because for men, keeping a promise is proof that he is a real man.” “Stop with your annoying jokes, Bella. I will never let you eat in

Her hands pushed into his chest aggressively as they kept on kissing intensifyingly. (Privacy matters.) **** WOULD THERE BE MORE OF ALEXANDRA'S AND LIAM'S STORIES? THE GREATEST MARRIAGE IN HISTORY FILLED WITH LOVE AND BEAUTY!!! THE JORDANS STORY IS SIMPLY AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO ALL LOVE BIRDS OUT THERE..... HA HA HA...KEEP IT UP. THE END!!! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Exactly how I planned it. His Broken Promise had been a pure rollercoaster for me and I'm pretty sure you would agree with me. To all my readers, thank you all so much for sticking with me right from the beginning of this book to the end.

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

I couldn't see his expression since I was deep down into my memory lane to notice his tender gaze. "You know, we'd promised each other that we'd marry when we were old. It might sound silly for you but I'd actually held onto that promise for the most part of my life." I smiled ruefully, feeling that familiar ache burn in my chest that came everytime I thought of him. What I didn't tell Adrian was that some part of me was still holding onto that promise, and some part of me was still upset that I broke the other promise. That often left me confused because I liked Adrian kissing me. I scolded myself for thinking like a wanton woman and shook off my thoughts. For a moment, I wondered if he sti

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.]

“So this promise goes both ways. We keep each other here. We remind each other why we stay. We build reasons. Every day. Every moment. Every choice.” I hold the paper. His handwriting. His words. His promise. “I don’t know what to say.” “Say you’ll keep it. Keep this promise. Read it when you need it. Believe it even when things are hard. Trust that I mean every word.” “I will. I promise. I’ll keep it. Always.” He pulls me close. Carefully. Stomach between us. Emma kicking. “We’re going to be okay. All of us. Because we choose each other. Because we stay. Because we remember that first night and everything it created.”

And I was still a terrible violin player. “This sucks,” I whispered, grabbing my phone instead. At least this, I thought: phones connected people. But what if he never kept the promise? What if it meant nothing to him? The thought hurt—but it wouldn’t stop me. I would go. No matter what. Because some promises refuse to fade.