The Promise The Book Novels & Stories

Loki So today is my brother’s funeral and I don’t think that realize that It a golem instead of me yet but they will soon realize it well my plot for kidnapping the Queen herself is starting to form and I know that I will be able to kidnap her and force her to take me as her second mate, I will also have her making changes to the kingdom they way I seem fit first by starting to break some of the alliances that have been formed I don’t like some of the communities that she has alliances with and I need to make sure that I can start wars throughout the kingdom because I want war I want death because that what we need we have had this for thousands of years what is the difference now why shou

Luther hums, keeping his eyes fixed at my neutral face. My throat goes dry. “ A blood promise? ” “ Yes. A blood promise. Don’t worry, you will only lose a little blood. A cut will be made on your hand and a cut will be made on my hand. I will mix both our bloods and drink it. You will have to do the same to seal the promise. Until you fulfil your promise, I will be able to always find you no matter where you are. The same will be the case for me, you will always find me. And if one of us breaks the promise and doesn’t fulfil our part of the deal, the other has the right to kill and the traitor won’t be able to retaliate. ” Luther Vladimir explains the whole thing to me.

The baby slept soundly in the crib. From behind, Leonard gently embraced me. "What's on your mind?" I turned around with a smile. "Just thinking about how lucky I am." He lowered his head and kissed my forehead, his voice oozing with tenderness. "It's not because you're lucky, but because you deserve this. Karli, I promise to make you the happiest woman for the rest of our lives." In the end, love and compassion healed all wounds.

He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it. “We don’t know if I am pregnant yet and there is no way in hell that you are going to tell me what to do” I retorted. “I said that you are not going back to your old pack simply because it is not safe there. If you really feel like you don’t want to be here, then go somewhere else, just not there. I won’t be able to live if I find out that something might have happened to you and I am unable to protect you. After all, all those years ago when you were born and I was only seven years old, I made a promise that I will protect you with my life and I do not intend on breaking that promise any time soon” Rowan said.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie. She instinctively raised her head and saw him—Dominic. He stood tall, dressed impeccably in his pilot uniform, his figure striking against the muted backdrop. He had just returned from a flight. Seeing her by the fire, his lips curved in the faintest smile. "What are you burning?" he asked, his voice calm yet curious. He bent down, picked up a half-burned pink letter, and raised an eyebrow. "Love letters? You wrote love letters? Who were they for?"

He will heal your wounds with his love and care. The future ahead of you is dangerous, my child, but always remember that with your “Promise Mate” beside you, both of you shall conquer your enemies. I don't know if you will remember this when you grow up, but never let what will happen today ruin your life, child. You have a bigger responsibility ahead. But you can never accomplish it without your “Promise Mate." The Oracle spoke gently to Theo, who kept nodding his head as if he understood what the old woman was saying

More to stop myself from falling than to push him away. "Stop calling me that," I said. "You don't get to use pet names when you've broken everything." His grip tightened. Not harsh, just possessive. And I hated how my body leaned into him despite everything. "I remember how you begged," he murmured. "Should I remind you?" "You're sick." "Maybe. But I'm the sickness you keep crawling back to." He brushed his lips against my neck. Not a kiss, just the whisper of a deadly promise. I flinched, not from fear but from the way my thighs clenched.

He gazed at the girl who had turned him down time and again, looking at him with eyes that seemed to plead for something more. A wild sense of triumph surged through him. However, the regret came crashing down soon after. Janet held him close, whispering that she would not blame him for anything. However, Alfred could not shake the guilt. He had promised his life to me, but ended up hurting his childhood love. That explained the fury in his eyes when he caught me picking on Janet. He never imagined I would catch him in the act with Janet, that my suspicions were not just misunderstandings. I had witnessed his betrayal firsthand.

The memoir she once swore she’d never write. Each keystroke was a heartbeat. Each sentence, a reclaiming. They said silence was survival. But silence was the weapon that killed me the slowest. Hours passed. The rain outside turned to a downpour, tapping against the glass like impatient fingers. But she kept writing. By the time dawn touched the horizon, Alina had twenty pages. Pages that bled truth, grief, strength — and hope. She saved the file, titled it “Shattered Promises — Draft 1.”

"If I get you in, you have to promise me... you're staying. No more vanishing into the shadows." "Its a Promise.”