Promises We Meant To Keep Novels & Stories

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon

During the wedding, visions of another woman in that gown kept flashing in his mind. Kimberly would look stunning in it. He owed her a grand wedding. Once Lotta was settled, he'd make it right with the biggest ceremony. He paced anxiously. "We'll go once Kimberly is safe." Lotta pouted. "But you promised. Every minute we're late means I see less of the northern lights." "They won't disappear if we're a bit late. Don't you have any conscience?" Richard snapped, losing it for a second. Lotta burst into frightened tears. "I-I didn't mean it. I just want to finish your promise on the bucket list sooner, so our lost baby in heaven knows his dad loved us."

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

In that moment, promises hung in the air, unspoken but understood. "I promise," I said, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. It was a promise to fight for her, for us, and to never repeat the mistakes of the past. The weight of my commitment lay heavy on my shoulders, but it was a burden I was willing to bear for the chance to mend what was broken and build a future together.

She hurriedly went out when she heard Kevin calling her, she smiled at him and they went outside because the event was about to start. Carson took a sip of his coffee while staring at the lights of the city. “Good morning.” Albert sat on one of the chairs and put his coffee on a mini table. “About the poison inside those people, why did they plant poison inside them if they can just kill them by hiring people with the killing promise? What happened? Carson asked. “Killing promise is one of the forbidden promises. There were only a few of us who still live and we need to hide ourselves from the higher ups. “ sadness can be seen on his face.

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

Ones that reached forward through time to cradle us when we least expected it. Under the olive trees, we began writing our vows for real. Damian’s were messy at first—written on a napkin, crossed out, rewritten, rewritten again. Mine were too long. Too polished. I scrapped them and started over. “Let’s not promise to never hurt each other,” I said one afternoon. “Let’s promise to always come back. To fight fair. To remember why we chose this.” He looked at me for a long time. “Okay. Then I promise that when I run, I’ll run toward you.”

Clide’s eyes connected with mine, they weren’t pleading but commanding. “When I tell you this must be done, I mean it. All of our lives depend on it. I wish I could be more honest with you but…” He glanced at Ashly “I made a promise to her. I cannot and will not break that promise.” He hit the side of the metal bed frame with a closed fist. I jumped back “Alpha…” I glanced at Ashly “the Luna supported my decision too…” He slammed his fist again “Dam it Laura!” I felt hot tears stream down my face as my breathing quickened.

"You know I want to stay with you, too. But I don't have any option." I had to juggle so many part-time jobs at the same time, that I was rarely home. Ensuring they had a roof over their head was way more important than giving them the love and attention they desperately needed. Yet, a selfish part in me refused to give them up for adoption, denying them the chance to have a good life. "Mom?" "Yeah, baby?" "I love you." And just like that, keeping them to myself didn't feel like a bad decision. At all. Because if I had them, everything will be okay. And we would go through all odds life throws at us. Together.

To him, we were truly just friends. I forced a grin. "As if." "Good." He nodded, shaking my shoulder. "We're best pals forever." Despite all the booze, I'd never felt so clear-headed. I echoed softly, "Best pals." ... The next morning, I booked a direct flight home. Before boarding, I took one last peek at my phone. Ted had posted a new update—a photo of him and Audrey, their hands laced together. No captions were needed. It was an official announcement, flooded with congratulations from their friends. I stared for a moment, then yanked out the SIM card and tossed it into the trash.