The Echo Of A Broken Vow Novels & Stories

His thumb traces circles on the back of my hand. I want to make a vow. Not a legal contract. Not something a lawyer writes. Not something Harold Finch can file away in a drawer. Something from me. To you. To Eleanor. Something real. Something that cannot be broken. Something that will outlast me. What kind of vow?

Someone who wasn't Zina. I ran my thumb over the photograph, tracing the outline of their faces. My chest tightened, a sharp ache blooming as the memories surged forward. "You don't deserve this," I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling with restrained fury. "Not after what you did. Not after what you took from me."

“He ask⁠ed me to‍ rem‍ember something. In case anything e⁠ver happe‍ned to him.” “Remember what?”⁠ “He said, ‘Remember who I trust.’” Maria’s voic⁠e dropped lower, a‍s if the words shou‌ld‌n’t t‌ravel‌ far. “That was i⁠t. I ask‌ed‍ him what he⁠ meant, and he s⁠aid I’d know when it matter⁠ed.” Ivie didn’t speak fo⁠r a mom‍en‍t. She thought of the ledger, the torn scrap folded in her poc⁠ket, the single word⁠ in her father’s hand.

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

There were a number of possibilities and Levy could not ignore any one of those, more importantly, the echo was looking at her without blinking, it was clear that it wanted her to break the grave. “ Fck man, why am I the only unlucky one?” Levy was seriously annoyed by her luck, she wanted to ask Moon Goddess whether or not she wrote her destiny while she was angered by someone. Because no one would have it worse than her! “ I am breaking it,” seeing that the echo was still looking at her, Levy had no choice but to agree to its request, she turned her attention to the grave and then raised her hand. Before chanting a spell, “ Hopirium !”

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

"Terrified." His thumb brushed reassuringly across the back of her hand. "No harm will come to you while I breathe." The possessiveness in his tone unsettled her. Not because it sounded insincere. Because it sounded completely genuine. That frightened her even more. ************ The parchment unfurled with a crisp snap. Its faded script shimmered faintly beneath the candlelight. "For over two millennia," Lord Shevek proclaimed, "our covenant has endured through loyalty, sacrifice, and judgment."

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

Looking back at how Harrison treated me, and the amount of pain he caused me, I am surprised I still think about him. The Echoes of betrayal still linger in my mind, a constant reminder of what was lost. His presence still haunts me, a ghostly reminder of love that turned sour. I wish I could erase the memories of him but they remain, a painful yet sweet reminder. Mia never stopped asking about her father, hoping for updates, while Nora kept on lying everytime, it was a recurring conversation. At her age, she lacked critical thinking skills to question false information, her childlike trust made her an easy target for deception.