Quotes Empty Promises Novels & Stories

"I promise" "I promise"

Minutes later, there was silence, I deduce, that the party finally ended. Jackson Are you sure I would have a neighbor like that? So annoying. Okay, I overdid it, but it was only 5 minutes and even the staff were already saying goodbye. If it were prolonged it would be another 15 minutes and nothing more. Yes, there were rules in the condominium, however, many exceeded a few minutes. I myself have heard the upstairs neighbor going overtime, but it was never a reason to complain. I sighed in frustration and her image came to mind. Her face with freckles next to her caramelized green eyes and her pink lips. Pretty yes, but boring as hell.

The senior staff who had sent him to clean the restroom joked, “Looks like you really hit the jackpot today.” But Kaden was so happy he did not realize he was being teased. Just like in my past life, Jennifer kept me back and made empty promises. She promised that if I worked hard, my rewards would be doubled. I smiled and sincerely thanked her, “Thanks, boss! I’ll do my best! I’ll also encourage everyone else to work hard! Together, we’ll make this restaurant a success!” Jennifer could not hide the mockery in her eyes as she listened to me. I added, “Since Kaden got a 0.01% share, I’ll get a whiteboard to record the rewards and hang it in the kitchen to keep everyone motivated.”

"Ivy makes it through this because we make sure she does. And when we get to Kendra, she's going to know we kept going. Every single day." "Promise me." He turned his head and pressed his mouth to her temple. "On my life," he said. "Same as always." div]:bg-bg-000/50 [&_pre>div]:border-0.5 [&_pre>div]:border-border-400 [&_.ignore-pre-bg>div]:bg-transparent [&_.standard-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pl-2 [&_.standard-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8 [&_.progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pl-2 [&_.progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8">

Making a promise to provide for our family while knowing I wouldn’t have any children with her in a million years felt even worse, and I felt delighted to get it over with. Exhausted, I pushed through the final minutes and did everything that got expected of me until the ceremony was finally over. Vincenzo Garcia, who had sworn not to get married, had a wife. A childish one, controlled by her family. “It is with a great deal of joy and with honor that I to introduce to you this afternoon for the very first time. Mr. and Ms. Vincenzo Garcia-Morales husband and wife.” I listened to the priest's words, followed by claps and cheers.

I hadn't been looking at the camera but away and I liked the way the moon lit up just the right features. Below my picture, I began to type and felt my heart begin to pour out. "When I told you don't tonight I lied about what I meant. I meant don't leave, don't go fuck some other girl, don't go breaking my heart, don't give me a reason to turn my back, don't make promises you can't keep, don't lie to me..." Sighing I erased all of that and just hit send, sometimes things were better left unsaid.

“Record this.” The man calmly resumed sipping his tea. “Verbal promises are unreliable. Leave some evidence. “If you ever dare have any untoward ideas about Sally…”

Coco was just as enthused and showered Astrid with kisses. “This is the first time Uncle Isaiah is going to see me perform, so I must do my best! “Mommy, please help me put on my outfit. I want to practice right now!” In their five years of marriage, this was the first time Isaiah made a promise with Coco. Astrid was overjoyed, but could not quell her concern as well. A voice inside her head wondered if Isaiah’s reply was nothing more than a typo. However, she decided she could not rain on Coco’s parade when she saw how happy she was as she put on her outfit.

When wandering the streets of Tenth Avenue in Mulverna all on my own, I never knew a person could feel such utter despair in a lifetime. Just like an idiot, I was played by Spencer Jacobson. I was lost and didn't know what to do. My phone still showed the text message that he had just sent me. It read, "Bindi, there are some urgent work matters I need to attend to. I'm leaving ahead of time." The stark contrast between his message and Natalia Saar's latest Facebook update was simply absurd.

“Worth $20. Maybe $25 if I’m feeling generous.” “Take it,” I said. “And give me the papers. I’ll bring the rest in two weeks. I swear it.” He looked into my eyes—really looked—and saw the truth: I would die before I broke that promise. “Come back tonight,” he said. “8 p.m. Don’t be late. And if you’re lying…” He tapped his temple. “I’ll find you. And you won’t like what happens next.” I walked back to the rooming house with $3 and a future on credit.