Romans & histoires The Promise

Promise replied, pressing her face against Mama’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of woodsmoke and palm oil that no city perfume could ever erase. Elder Bamidele cleared his throat. His voice, though weaker, still carried across the square. “You broke the oath. You left. And yet… you did not die.” Promise pulled away from Mama and faced him. His beard had thinned, his hands trembled slightly as he leaned on his staff, but his gaze still sought to pierce her. “I did not die,” Promise said evenly. “Because fear was the only curse. And I refused to wear it.” The crowd had gathered — children peeking from behind their mothers’ wrappers, young men standing on tiptoe, old women whispering into each o

“I will be your hero I promise you that, Aira.” The promise he last made for me before everything shattered of what we knew then as our perfect life. The promise we made on the night of my tenth birthday, and all before that tragic accident, the misfortune departure, and my broken promise. “On my thirteenth birthday let’s meet here by then I’ll surely have the thing that you ever wanted, promise?” “Promise.” ‘BUT THEN.’ With the snap that echoes and suddenly once more. I am now in time and waking to the point where I am still begging, begging for you to not leave me and stay, just like you promise.

Melissa nodded. "Promise not to think about it if the choice is between your life and your conscience?" Promise! Fingers dug hard. - Promise! “I promise... I promise...

She felt even more miserable for the suspicions she foolishly instilled in him. -Just don't do it again. -I won't do it. -He said confidently. -Is it a promise? -There was a long silence on the other end of the line. -If you need that assurance, then yes. I promise. - Bethany wished she could trust his word, but the time she had known him was no guarantee.

Seth looked up at me, "Kennedy, I'm here cause I want you back." I shook my head, "that's not going to happen. I don't ever see that happening again." Even as the words spilled out of my mouth I wanted him. I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything would be ok, but I was tired of his lies and broken promises. I didn't know if I could handle being hurt by him again. I was barely holding myself together after our last disaster. Seth took a bite of his food, "ok, well what if we start over."

Penn breathed to Leda as Leda expression turned into a puzzled mask. “Whatever for are you thanking me about young man?” Leda voiced. “For not being angry.” Penn said. “Being angry?” Leda confused expression became more pinched as if she was trying to remember a crucial memory but could not. “I broke my promise to you Leda.” Penn looked down in guilt. A promise means everything, both to the person who gives his word and the other person trusting the first person to do everything in his power to ensure that what he had promised will come to fruition. Penelope my dearest daughter, a man entire being depends on if he does make his words and Promise lasting. A meaningless man is someone who you

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

Images appeared—snippets of Nathan’s early missions, encrypted communications, his reports… all addressed to the Board. And at the top of every file was a name she hadn’t seen before: Project Prometheus. She gasped. “Nathan… you knew?” The void snapped away. Reality returned with a blast of static. She stumbled back onto the rooftop, gasping for air. Nathan caught her, eyes wide. “Alina—what happened?” Her eyes filled with tears. “You lied to me.” Nathan froze. “What are you talking about?” “Project Prometheus,” she whispered, holding up the fragments. “You were never sent to destroy the Foundation. You were sent to take it over!”

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

He looked at her and she immediately took that as a sign to step in. “Claire, we have to make sure grandmama is in good health first before everything else, okay? We’ll go on the beach trip once everything’s settled,” She assured her despite her not knowing if will even fall through. “You promise?” She gave both of them the puppy eyes. Kai licked his lips, briefly glancing at her before looking at their daughter with a smile on his face. “Promise, my love.” Then she looked at her mom who’s watching them, not knowing how to react.