The Promise Love Novels & Stories

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

Rhona said slowly, "I'm done. Not just with you, but I'm going to stop talking to you completely. No texts, no conversations in the library. Nothing. I'm not going to be the girl who helps someone cheat." "You're not helping me cheat." "Not yet." "I'll break up with her," Adrian said, and he sounded like he meant it. "I promise." "Okay," Rhona said, and immediately felt like an idiot for saying it. They stayed at the coffee shop for another hour, talking about nothing important — classes, their families, stupid things that had happened that week. But underneath it all was this tension, this awareness that something had shifted between them. The touches got longer. His hand found hers again,

“Promise me that no matter what happens from this day forward, you’ll remember this feeling. This love. How much I adore you. How much I love them.” Zara’s heart stuttered at the weight behind his words. There was something more in his voice — a quiet desperation, as though he knew something she didn’t. But she didn’t press. Not tonight. Tonight was too perfect, too precious to taint with questions. “I promise,” she breathed, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “I promise I’ll hold on to this — always.” He kissed her then, slow and deep, sealing the promise between them as the party carried on in the background. It was a kiss heavy with love, layered with secr

She lifted her hips, accepted Jose's body fully slamming her and felt the warm and hot release of the man deep inside her body. Jose collapsed on top of Valerie, still holding back so as not to put his weight on her. His eyes stared at Valerie deeply, they smiled at each other lovingly. Then Jose muttered hoarsely, “My wife, I will love you forever. Life may be just a banquet and death is the dessert, but I promise you, I will continue to love you until we enjoy our dessert.” A promise represented by nine dimly lit blue candles lit up the room. Symbol of Jose's promise of love to Valerie. ***

It is the choice to hope, even when the night is dark. Kael looked around at the faces of his loved ones, his heart full. "I have learned that the promise is not about achieving a goal. It is about the journey. It is about the love we share along the way. It is about the lives we touch and the hope we inspire. It is about the light we carry in our hearts and share with the world." The promise fulfilled is not a destination. It is a journey. It is the love that carries us forward. It is the hope that never fades. It is the light that never dies.

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online. The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living. A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down." I didn't. Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country. Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled. Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes. Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along." I nodded and signed. After he left, I changed my pren

For another man. Her father may not be the bestest husband in the planet, but she knew that her father loved her mother dearly. Na kahit pa sa huling hininga nito ay hinahanap-hanap pa rin nito ang ina niya. She had asked her father how and why he still loved her mother that way. His answer baffled her. He said it was because he promised to love her mother until the day he dies. She honestly thought it was bullshit. How can you love someone who was unfaithful to you? Worse, how can you love someone who was not in love with you? "It's happening in a month. And I want you to walk me down the aisle," patuloy nito habang patuloy na nakatuon ang atensiyon nito sa pagkain nito.

Her youth, her ten years of love and longing, collapsed at that moment. The young girl who had once blushed severely at the thought of him could never sway the heart of the boy she adored. The person who had kept her tied to the past, to her endless yearning, had never once turned back to truly see her. That night, she finally understood. She decided to let him go. That’s when she agreed to her family’s plans. 'Today marks ten years since I first fell for you, Dominic. It’s also the first day I decided not to love you anymore.'

“That I’ll chase this future and look back wondering what I lost in the process.” That confession softened something in me. “We don’t have a map,” I said. “And everyone keeps asking us to promise things we can’t guarantee.” He nodded. “Then maybe we don’t promise forever.” I looked at him sharply. “Maybe we promise honesty,” he continued. “And effort. And that if it stops working, we won’t lie about it just to avoid pain.” Tears burned behind my eyes not from sadness, but from relief. “I can do that,” I whispered.

And somehow, that promise doesn’t scare me. The world should fear Damian Bernardi. But me? I never have. Because I know, I’m the only thing he will never destroy. End of Unspoken Promises…. Please let me know what you think….. Book Two - Unspoken Truths - Coming Soon