Quotes Empty Promises Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Just noting that it’s not far.” She looked at him. Across the table. At Marcus Cole who had painted a room yellow and come to Edinburgh on a Thursday and fed people when they needed feeding and said things simply because they were true and didn’t make them complicated. “No,” she said. “It’s not.” He nodded. Went back to his food. She went back to hers. Damon was looking at the ceiling. Zara was looking at her plate. Neither of them said anything. Both of them completely incapable of hiding the fact that they were not saying anything.

Sara looked down at him with a sexy, satisfied smile, still squatting on his cock, her voice breathy and teasing. “Don’t come yet… I’m not done riding you.” “I love you, You drive me nuts...You make me forget the world exists...“ He said, his voice was barely breathless....but I could tell he was enjoying every bit of me. “Just promise me one thing, never share this cock with anyone... It's all mine. I don't like to share... I shouldn't even have to hear a hint about that..." Sara's seductive eyes captured his. “I promise, I don't like sharing too ....“

"I was wrong, Rina. I lost my head just now. Does your face hurt?" He smacked his own forehead in frustration. "I'm sure you know Cece's pregnant and needs special attention. Anyone in my place would have been anxious. Don't be jealous. My heart and soul belong to you." I couldn't help but sneer inwardly. His promises felt as cheap and easy as air. "Let's get our marriage certificate next week and hold our wedding the day after," he continued, saying things that made me sick to my stomach. "I'm not a fan of the baby's breath necklace, but if you like it, you can wear it. Also, you said you wanted to go to Finholm for our honeymoon. I've already planned half of the trip!"

I responded. “Do you promise?” “I promise.”

No rush. Just the press of her fingers closing over his, holding the memory chip between them. A promise. A beginning.

Excuses. "Okay, whatever. I don't care." I blurt out boredly. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." He adds quickly and I hang up. One more word from him and I might have said things I'd regret later, so in order to avoid any awkward situations in the nearest future, It's better to avoid unnecessary promises. At the end of the day, he doesn't owe me any explanations or promises, so it'd be better if I stopped deluding myself and put in my mind that he is simply a passing client, nothing more, nothing less.

"A promise." In the back of his mind, the Utterance stirred with recognition. A promise. Of course. The Hungry consume possibility. Futures. Tomorrows. But a promise is a future that has been committed but not yet delivered. It exists in a state of permanent potential. It can never be fully consumed because it is always becoming. "Exactly," Jack said. "Ben, you listening?" "I am filing a one-thousand-and-forty-one-trillion-credit counter-suit while simultaneously restructuring our planetary defense budget and trying not to have a stress-induced cardiac event. But yes, I am listening."

--- Not promise. --- Just willingness. --- And for now… --- That was enough.

"Because I promise you, you won't like it when I do." #

- L Not a command. Not an expectation. Just information and support and the promise that I won’t have to do this alone. I text back: Okay. I’ll be ready. Three dots appear immediately, then disappear. Then appear again. Finally: Thank you for trusting me with this. I know I haven’t earned it yet. But I will. I promise. - L I stare at the message for a long moment before responding: Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.