The Commitments Novels & Stories

"Assure me that we'll see each other after this. I want a commitment with you. I want us to be in a relationship." I sighed. Dumbfounded by his words. My body froze. I could not speak out of panic. I didn’t expect those words from him. When he recovered, he started to laugh. "Commitment? Don't be ridiculous, Carter. Do you even know what that word means?" I tried to sound casual. His forehead creased. "I'm serious. You left me before. I won't allow that to happen again. I want something to hold onto. I want an assurance, that is what I am trying to say, Lea.”

You wish. I took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m afraid I cannot give that, though. I’m gonna save the company by myself,” I said. Tito Arthur gasped. “Huh. And you’re not even determined to stay for that. You. cannot commit to the company, so how sure are you that you’re going to make the company great again, huh? How sure are you that you will be able to let us rise again, huh? You lack commitment!” I tightened my fisted hands as I breathe deeply. I didn’t want to burst out, so I looked him in the eyes.

"Biologically, he is, but if the child's mother decides the child should live or die, where does that leave you?" I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. "If your situation is truly as dangerous as you claim, why are you fighting for the child before securing your own survival?" The room suddenly felt smaller. Until that moment, I hadn't realized what this was. The woman leaned back in her chair. "We are not a service, my dear. We are a commitment." I stared at her. Until that moment, I'd been thinking about protection. She was talking about commitment. "Admission takes time. There is a probationary period. There is training. There is sponsorship. There are obligations that continue long after

I feel a rush of something and Jason inhales sharply as well. “We are bonded,” Jason smiles. “What promises are made here, will echo into eternity. Jason and Amilee you are bound by promises and commitment. Neither of you should be careless enough to test or betray your bond. I bless this commitment,” Micah finishes and Jason and I hold our fingers our for Jared and Crystal to bandage. Then we turn and face the crowd. “All those committed to the support of this bond, stand.” I look out at the pack. They stand as if they are one person. My parents stand as well.

“They’re not examining Sophia tomorrow. Riccardo plans to switch the girls. Sareena’s being hidden and only a few people know she’s back.” His eyes narrow. “She took a ‘Voto Di Castità’ at her Confirmation. Do you know what that is?” I whisper. “She wears the ‘Anello Di Promessa Di Castità’ on her thumb. That vow? It means nothing goes inside her. Not even tampons. Not until she’s married before God.” Damian stiffens, choking slightly on his coffee.

Life may have pushed me into the shadows, but there's no way I'll let it keep me there. So, off I go—thrust into the world of duty once again, ready to face my grumpiness and the gently nagging heart. Today is my commitment ceremony, which is a prelude to my marriage to Jayla. These fifteen minutes I agreed to at the last minute will be my final truce in the search for a destined mate.

People don’t act all jealous and possessive over someone they’re simply sleeping with! He panted.”Because you’re not allowed to fuck anyone else!While we still have this thing going on,you’re not allowed to be with anyone else.” I gasped.”So I have to stay committed to you?” “Yes.I am committed to you.I’m not sleeping with anyone else.” That wasn’t the only kind of commitment I wanted. Sex and the contract is all he sees when he looks at me. I knew that. But hearing him spell it out was devastating.

She talked about Rowan's role — carefully, not exposing the four-year-old to more of the pack's full attention than was healthy — but honestly enough that people understood why a child who had arrived three weeks ago was sleeping in their pack house and was going to continue sleeping there. She talked about the six-month gold-line commitment. What it meant, what it cost, what she would and would not be able to do during that period. She held her husband's gaze while she said it and felt him through the bond — the specific quality of a person who had already had this conversation in private and had agreed to the terms and was, in public, offering nothing but his presence alongside her. She ta

She had come from the northern district specifically to raise it, which told everyone in the room how seriously she was treating it. "The provision was built through a process that carried certain commitments about how it would be shared," she said. "Those commitments were not written into the provision's formal adoption language because they were relational commitments rather than procedural ones. We trusted the relationship. The recommendation that was made to the western governance body did not honour that trust." Fenn was present as an adviser. He did not defend himself.