The Longest Promise Novels & Stories

"Promise me you will not let him win. Promise me." I had promised. Of course I had promised. What else do you say to your dying brother, holding his hand in a room that smelled like antiseptic and quiet grief, except yes, I promise, whatever you need, I will not let this be the end of the story. I had not known, in that moment, what the promise would actually cost. I had not known it would take four years, a journal hidden in a storage unit, a marriage I would deliberately insert myself into the wreckage of, a contract, a fake engagement that had stopped being fake somewhere along the way without my fully noticing when.

“What? Haven't I told you to sign the papers and leave?” “Wait…I will sign the papers and leave. But only if you help my mother and also, let me stay for a month only, at least I will have a job by then. I will not get in your way. I promise.” “And if you break your promise?” He simply asked. “You are free to do whatever you want with me. I'll accept your punishment. Please help my mother.”

I looked at the contract, at the clause that would bind me to this man for eighteen months, that would give him access to my body and my life in ways I'd sworn never to allow again. "Yeah," I said quietly. "I need you to promise me something that's not in the contract." "What's that?" I met his dark eyes, letting him see my fear and determination in equal measure. "Promise me you won't make me regret this. Promise me that when this is over, when the eighteen months are up and we go our separate ways, I won't look back and hate myself for trusting you." Damian was quiet for a long moment. Then he crossed the room, taking my hand in his. His touch was warm, solid, anchoring.

She had promised to give him a Rolls-Royce if everything goes well at the party, and everything went well, so she decided to fulfill her promise, this time. Liam turned to look at her, and he was stunned to see that she was doing as she said this time. Usually she would promise him something but later refuse to fulfill the promise. In Fact she fooled him into thinking the marriage contract was only for a short period of time, but later it turned out, the contract was indefinite.

Third time making these promises. Final time needing to. Forever time keeping them. Together.

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

He shook his head and I sighed deeply. “Honestly,” I sighed. “I would have made whatever promise she asked of me in that moment. All I was thinking about was that I wanted peace. I didn’t want the dragons to kill your entire pack, and to answer your question, yes. I think she literally meant for all eternity.” I sighed. Max’s eyes were filled with disbelief. When I made that promise, I honestly wasn’t thinking straight. There was no way I could make a promise for future generations, but I did. I could see the wheels turning in Max’s mind as he processed what I had just told him and silence fell between us.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

She has been without him for two years, not to add the earlier years of living alone without assurance of him keeping his promise. A promise she never asks but he conveyed. A promise she looks forward to despite not wanting to. A promise she thought she doesn't need, but surprisingly yearned for. A promise her stubborn heart believes. ****😔****

"And I promise you that I will be here. All of it. For as long as there is here to be." The compound was very quiet. Colt looked at me for a moment. Then he spoke. "I have been building toward this since before I knew I was building toward anything," he said. His voice was the quiet certainty that I had loved from the first time I understood what it meant. "I am not going to list what I promise. I am just going to say this." He held my hand in both of his. "You are the most genuinely difficult and most completely worth it person I have ever known. I am proud to have been beside you through everything that led to this moment. And I intend to stay beside you through everything that comes after