Promises We Meant To Keep Novels & Stories

"For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health." "We've already done all of that. Twice." "So what do we promise now?" We sit in silence, thinking. "I want to promise I won't run," I finally say. "That's my biggest fear. That I'll get scared and default to leaving." "I want to promise I won't control. That I'll trust you to make your own choices even when I'm terrified." "Those are good. Real." "Should we write them together or separately?" "Separately. Then we'll be surprised on the day."

While adjusting his tie, he said, "After the photo shoot, I'm taking Isabelle to Holy Moon Spring for purification and blessing to keep the pregnancy safe. I'll be gone for about three days. "So you'll handle the ceremony arrangements. Just keep it simple.” He'd told me not to worry about it. But now he dismissed the day we'd spent five years waiting for with nothing more than a throwaway "keep it simple". I knew the bonding ceremony would never happen. Still, hearing him say it cut deep. Ryder picked up his keys. "Once it's all over, I'll give you the prime territory as compensation. You've always loved the forest by Silvercrest, haven't you?"

It was a promise made in the dark with no real thought but one we use to keep eachother on the right path. “Alaska. A small cabin and the beautiful lights in the sky.” Octavia whispers our promise over the radio. I close my eyes as her dreamy sigh washes over me. We both swore that when we made enough, we would run from The Academy and never look back. I’ve never told her that I could have run five years ago. I stay because I actually like what I do now that I’m not being beaten daily. Octavia is nowhere near ready to go though so I have time to enjoy myself before she forces the issue. “Go dark and get it done.” I mutter into the radio before flicking the off switch; my van is suddenly fill

Silence. "It's a promise." None of them understood. She touched the trunk affectionately. "When the First Keepers made their covenant..." "They planted a seed." "Not to remember victory." "Not to remember power." "But to remember restraint." Samuel slowly approached. "The First Promise..." She nodded. "Was this." Elias looked around the chamber. "So the entire Council..." "...was built around a promise?" "Yes." "And forgotten." She replied sadly. Amara stepped closer. "What promise?" The woman smiled.

“That I’ll chase this future and look back wondering what I lost in the process.” That confession softened something in me. “We don’t have a map,” I said. “And everyone keeps asking us to promise things we can’t guarantee.” He nodded. “Then maybe we don’t promise forever.” I looked at him sharply. “Maybe we promise honesty,” he continued. “And effort. And that if it stops working, we won’t lie about it just to avoid pain.” Tears burned behind my eyes not from sadness, but from relief. “I can do that,” I whispered.

Year after year, I waited in full anticipation, only to be disappointed every time. I forced a smile, my eyes brimming with sorrow. "What if I were pregnant? Would I still have to keep waiting?" Douglas froze instantly, a tinge of panic flickering across his eyes. "That… That would be impossible. We have always used protection, so something like that will never happen. You… You're kidding right?" He stared straight at me, desperately searching for an answer from my expression. But instead of fighting with him like I usually did, I leaned against the wall wearily. "I'm tired, Douglas."

I added. We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of our shared truth. Eventually, the weight of the moment softened into something even more profound, a sense of peace. Noah shifted slightly so he could look at me fully. “Adrian,” he said, his voice steady now, “I want to make a promise.” My heart thudded in anticipation. “What kind of promise?” “That no matter what life throws at us, we’ll keep doing this,” he replied. “We’ll keep talking, keep opening up, keep choosing each other even when it’s hard.”

he said skimming his nose on the crook of my neck , inhaling my scent " I promise I won't hurt you ever again " " Don't - don't make promises that you can't keep " I said ignoring the creeping disappointment in my heart " I will keep this one , I'm keeping this one for sure ..No matter what I have to do for this but I'm not gonna break it because we are not over ,you hear me princess , we are not fucking over "

As I cradle both Alex and our child in the aftermath of the storm, I know that every hardship, every moment of doubt, has led us to this singular, miraculous moment. In that fragile embrace, with the pack’s unity echoing in the distant hum of the city, I vow once more to honor the promises of our hearts. “I will always fight for us,” I whisper, my voice resolute yet tender. “For every promise made, for every dream yet to come, I will keep fighting.”

While she locks the door, I ask, “Did something upset you?” She gestures with her eyes at Vincent, then whispers, “We’ll talk at home.” Fuck. Is it something I did? I walk with them to Anya's blue sedan, and once she has Vincent in his car seat and she shuts the door, I ask, “What did I do?” Her eyes meet mine. “You can’t make him promises you can’t keep.” I shake my head. “Where did I make a promise I won’t keep?” “You told him we’re all going to live together. That’s not something you can promise him. We might decide just to stay friends.”