The Promise Love Novels & Stories

She came to know that due to past events, he is afraid of love, so she composed herself and said, “if I use my blank promise today will you fulfil my one wish?” “Say,” Seb said and wiped her tears softly while Swara said, “you have to promise me you will try to love me back soon, and with that you will try to give a place to love in your life. Promise?” Swara said while putting her hand in front of him. Seb gazes her hand for a while, and later with a small smile, kept his hand on hers and said, “I promise.” Swara gave him a bright smile, but Seb remembers the moment a few minutes before when she came to his room in a vulnerable state.

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

“Promise love,” I sat down and cried. He promises Cresia, does he make fun of me or he breaks his promise to Cresia? He assures me that he loves me I look at them and they seem so happy. Cresia looks at me and smirks. She kisses West. I saw her holding a knife and stabs West. “No!” I shouted. Someone holds me and I teleported back in real-time. “Savanah?” I look at West's puzzled face. “You broke your promise,” I whispered.

"I, Blake Sander, promise to encourage your compassion, Because that is what makes you unique and wonderful. I promise to nurture your dreams, Because through them your soul shines. I promise to help shoulder our challenges, For there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together. I promise to be your partner in all things, Not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole. I promise to feed you whenever you want, and whatever you want. As long as I get to eat too. Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust, For one lifetime with you could never be enough. This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things." He completed with a smile, his eyes shining. I then be

“Ethan, please. Marriage isn’t just about love or history—it’s about commitment, dreams intertwined... families. You know I want all those things someday, but I need to be sure.” “Nothing is ever certain!” Ethan shot back, rising from his seat in agitation. “All we have is now—and right now, I’m here offering you my heart.” He paused, the rawness of his emotions slicing through him like icy shards. “You’re telling me that’s not enough?”

He was not sure what he wanted from her. He was obviously excited by her fear, yet bothered by it. “Who marries just because of a childhood promise. Why is mine coming to hunt? I also promised to give my childhood neighbor four children, is he also going to pop out?” she blurted and his cold gaze swept over her. “Your mouth is really quick, isn’t it? It moves before your brain can keep up,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she lowered her head. “I won’t kill you? At least not to keep my secret,” he said in frustration.

For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

“But she didn’t answer directly. She looked at us with that knowing, unreadable gaze of hers and asked why Lunarville continued to ignore prophecy. Why we remained ‘strong-headed.’” Thane’s eyes narrowed. “Prophecy? What prophecy?” Aurora leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table. “We were baffled too. But she said, clear as dawn, that no matter how many traps we lay, how strong of a coalition we form, or how soon we prepare, that we will all perish without the Promised Saviour.’” A heavy silence fell across the room. Thane sat back, breath caught halfway in his chest. The fire crackled in the hearth behind him, but he felt a sudden chill.

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!”

But that had nothing to do with us anymore. Christopher pulled me closer, his chin resting lightly on my head as he whispered, "If we can experience this snowfall together, then the snow in our hair would make it seem as if we've grown old together, wouldn't it?" He kissed my forehead softly. Standing there, wrapped in warmth and love, I realized that happiness began with learning to cherish what was right in front of one.