Saying About Broken Promises Novels & Stories

"I'll do better. I promise." But even as I said it, I wondered how many more promises I'd break.

"Your promises don't mean anything anymore." The words cut deeper than any knife could. "Don't say that." "Why not? You promised to trust me when we started this relationship. You promised to build a life with me. You promised to let me love you. But you broke all those promises, didn't you?" I wanted to argue, but I couldn't. Because he was right. I broke every promise I ever made to him, not with words but with actions. With my constant suspicion, my readiness to run, my inability to fully open my heart to him.

"I’ll always take your side. Even if you’re being an idiot." Fynn sniffed, stubbornly ignoring the fresh burn in his eyes. "...Promise?" Kai rolled his eyes, but his fingers curled around Fynn’s wrist, their shared pulse points pressing together—their childhood version of an unbreakable vow. "Duh." The memory faded, leaving behind the ghost of honey toffee on Fynn’s tongue and the crushing weight of a broken promise . Now, decades later, Fynn’s hand clenched over his wrist where Kai’s fingers had once clung.

I watched families and couples laughing and talking in the seats around me, their easy camaraderie a painful reminder of what I had lost. Every mile that passed was a physical ache, a pulling sensation that tugged me back toward him, back toward the boy who had broken my heart. I replayed our last conversation over and over in my mind, his desperate pleas, his raw, vulnerable promises. *“I promise I’ll fight for you. I promise I’ll fight for us.”* The words were a comforting balm on the raw, open wound of my heart, but they were also a heavy burden. A promise was a fragile thing, easily broken. And I wasn’t sure how many more pieces my heart could handle.

"I understand your faithfulness when it comes to respecting people's words. But, can we quietly drive to your place and not bother about the car I bought? It has been almost a month since you last saw me. A long time for me to reconsider my decision on buying an expensive car." "No, you don’t understand!" Ifenna didn't raise his voice, but his intensity tripled. "You promised you were going to buy an expensive car last month. You didn't keep to your promise. You broke your words which isn't supposed to be. What if I had promised a group of friends that I had a friend who was going to buy an expensive car? How do you think they would feel when they find out I was lying?"

When I got there I threw my bag on the chair and dropped myself on the bed. My day is not tiring for others, but I feel very tired. Maybe the term 'promise is meant to be broken' is really true. He broke his promise again. He promised he would come home now, so I hoped. I was his princess before and now I don't know my place to his life anymore. He doesn't like people breaking promises, but he is one of them.

The sound of rain swallowed her words, carrying them into the night — a quiet promise, and a warning. The dawn would come again. And this time, it wouldn’t break her. It would break them.

I smoothed my expression into calm, raised my hand, and signaled toward the distance. "I'd like to report that there’s a fugitive murderer here."

Vincent hoped his ears were playing tricks on him. Cyrus crushed that hope, word by word. "You can't stay here. Take the payment I gave you and leave." As the words landed, tears streamed down Vincent's face. He clutched his hiking pack and staggered back two steps, collapsing into the corner like a frightened animal desperate for safety. "You promised you'd keep me!" he shouted. "You said it yourself!" "I did say that. And I can take it back." Cyrus shook his head, weariness faint but clear. "We're adults. You should know that verbal promises are the easiest things to break. That was true before. It's even more true now."

He speaks and runs off. By the look of the call, I suspect that little Kaleb is suffering a lot from his father's defeat. “I wonder what happened?” Bryan asks. “He made a promise he couldn't keep, now he'll have to deal with it.” Gael speaks up, apparently also understanding the reason for the call. “That's why I always say that you have to be careful before making a promise, there is nothing worse than a broken promise.” I say. “Well, I assure you that this is not a family evil.” Gael speaks closer to my ear.