Promises We Meant To Keep Novels & Stories

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...

I made a promise and I will keep it no matter what. With my iron resolve booming in my voice and fierceness in my eyes, I stamp my decision confidently. "We will bring them home and complete our family". ~~~ The End.

I should be the one thinking straight between the two of us but… The corner of his lips curved into a big smile and his eyes sparkled. “We promised each other that we would always stick with each other through thick and thin. I have not been doing any efforts to keep the end of my promise but this time, I will.” I remembered the promise… We're so young when we made that promise to each other. However, we never lived by it. I guess we were young, dumb and desperate when we made the promise. We never heed the promise, doing the exact opposite.

"A private promise. Something said between us, in the presence of the people who have been part of what we have built. Something that names what this has been and what we intend for what comes after." Ernest received this. He held the full weight of it. Don James, who had built himself for independence, who had maintained the last wall for years and had chosen to take it down, was proposing a promise. Not a contract. Not a legal instrument. A promise — the human kind, the personal kind, the kind that required nothing but the will of the people making it. "Grace," Ernest said. "She should be there." "Yes," Don said. "And Patricia. Andrew and Bridget. Helen. Celestine. The people who have been

“What? You did not clarify which promise you were referring to. I have made a lot of them to you, you know.” “I meant your promise to take me to the party tonight and help me start to make some new friends.” “Oh, that one. Of all the promises to hold me to, that is the one you want me to keep? That is so boring! Can’t you at least consider my promise to f---" “Brady Hyder!” He chuckled and held out his hand. “Come on, my lady. We have a party to get you to.” .

Sumi said while closing the door. Swara was still sitting on the ground and crying. Life is painful and messed up. It gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. Lots of time, people just let themselves get lost. But we have to keep trying. We have to push through all that hurt, work past all the memories that are haunting us. Sometimes the things that hurt us are the things that make us the strongest. And even if it hurts, never stop living.

The same story that once felt like a punishment became the reason I understood gratitude. The same pain that once felt impossible became the reason I valued peace. I looked at Silas and realized that our greatest victory was not defeating the people who tried to hurt us. It was becoming people who were no longer controlled by that pain. --- Before the night ended, we made a promise. Not the kind of promise written in contracts. Not the kind of promise made because of obligation. A real promise. We promised to protect the life we created. We promised that our future would never be built on fear.

It meant everything. “I don’t know how to thank her,” Marcus murmured, thumb making small circles on my knuckles. “By promising to be the kind of people who keep the door open,” I said, because promises are the small businesses we trade in now. “By baking rotten pancakes when we win and calling it tradition.” He laughed and kissed me like we were sealing a treaty. “Teal forever,” he said, and the words landed like a benediction. In the quiet that followed, under the wide city sky, I let the night fold me in. The fight was not over, but the current had turned. We were louder, yes—but we were louder with truth. And truth, tiny and stubborn, was a weapon no consultant could buy.

“I think I want to stay.” He smiles, slow and real. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go.” The firelight catches in his eyes. For a moment, the world narrows to just this. Just us. “Promise me something,” I say. “Anything.” “If things get hard again, we face it together. No secrets. No running.” He nods. “Promise.” We stand there until the last embers die down, the Pack quiet around us. There’s still work to do. Roads to patrol, caches to check, old records to read. The peace we built is new, and new things need tending. But tonight, it feels enough. Tomorrow, we build more. Together.

Standing in front of the door, I rang the bell, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “If your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough.”I thought about this phrase mentioned by Ellen and I could say that it was what represented me now. Before Dereck I dreamed of getting married, having children, with pets and a happy ending. What happened to me with Dereck shook my emotions and made me believe that I didn't want to get married again, but when I met Jackson, that dream was reborn with more intensity. So intense that I was afraid to accept the dream I had since I was a little girl.