Spring's Promise Camellia Novels & Stories

Not falling, not yet, but weakening. "I don't want to make promises I can't keep," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if I can trust like that again." "I'm not asking for promises," Alexander said. "Just... possibility. The chance to see where this goes, one day at a time." Camille looked down at the silver rose pendant in her palm, then back up at Alexander. His eyes held no demands, only patient hope. Something shifted inside her, not the calculated moves of a chess player Victoria had taught her to be, but something more organic. Growth pushing through concrete.

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

“Keep my promise. I need something from you.” Catalina reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small piece of paper. “Is this what you need?” I reached for the paper and unfolded it. Camila’s phone number was written on it. “Thank you. Does this mean we have your support?” “It means I want you both to be happy, but the repercussions of this union, of stopping Rei, may be more than our family can withstand.” Closing my fingers around the paper, I leaned down and brushed Ariadna’s soft dark peach-fuzz crown with my lips and smiled at Catalina. “I have to try.”

luckily both of them have now forgotten Snow flower and are also on good terms with each other. "Has Dances With Wolves made many preparations for the wedding?" Camellia asks me under the curtain of her long black hair. She bites a string in two with her sharp white teeth. Camellia is White Fire Sun's woman. White Fire sun is much older than her but loves her the same. He has seen about twenty-six summers whereas she has seen only seventeen.

“Although I can’t see, this place sounds so beautiful from your description.” Callum held Camryn’s hand tightly, “Camryn, this is our home in the future. It’s our forever shelter and place to return to. Your eyes will definitely recover. The lotuses bloom every year. I promise I’ll admire the lotus flowers with you yearly after your eyes recover.” Camryn smiled and said, “Okay.” Callum’s promise was dreamy and sweet as well.

It was a flower I had cherished deeply for years. And Tristan knew that better than anyone. Because when we were young children, I had severely misheard a word due to my right ear. I had completely mistaken the word "Camellia" for the word "Comfort." Ever since that day, he would gift me a fresh branch of camellias on every single one of my birthdays, repeating the same promise to me over and over again. "I am your comfort." Now, Sunny was pinching those exact camellias between her fingers, smiling beautifully as she asked if she could just take them for herself.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

He figured time would stitch all that back together. "Camellia, don't worry," Esmond said, stepping closer. He reined in his scent—that heavy pine-needle pressure—until it was almost non-existent, replaced by a desperate, borderline pathetic need to please. "I won't touch you. I won't force anything. I promise." It was a hollow promise. Esmond had recycled that line a dozen times during their years together. Camellia stood there, face like stone. Even her wolf didn't stir.