The Promise The Book Novels & Stories

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

Cass broke out a bottle of something strong and sweet, and for a while, we let ourselves believe that maybe, just maybe, we’d pulled off a miracle. But hope is a hungry thing. It eats you if you let it. That night, Fen sat beside me, carving a piece of wood into a spiral. “The thing about promises,” he said, “is that they cost more than you think.” I nodded, feeling the weight of every word I’d spoken. He me the carving. “For luck. Or whatever comes next.” I tucked it into my pocket, next to the letter, and tried to believe in both. As I drifted off, Kael’s voice reached me through the dark. “Three witnesses. You did it.”handed

I sniffle wiping my tears and nose "And we will sweetheart I just need to take care of some business," he says trying to calm me down but I can't be calm. He is my boyfriend he promised me forever like the princes in my bedtime books "But you can't leave me" I sob wiping my tears and trying to blink away the blurriness "Let's make a promise," he says leaning forward and I nod wanting him to carry on

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.

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

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

"I promise" "I promise"

We all knew that despite the love and unions within our individual couples, we’d need to unite as one to take on the future. Thank you for reading BOUND BY A PROMISE. If you haven't read NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina's story, or TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia's story, I hope you will. The next book in the Brutal Vows series is QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Rei and Jasmine's story.

Then, at last, heavy snow began to fall, wrapping the world in a shroud of white. Ryder sat by the headstone as the storm piled snow upon his shoulders. It clung to his hair and brows, but he remained still, as though he had long since become part of the earth itself. "Lyra, I'm so cold," he whispered. His voice was fragile against the howling wind. "But I will not leave. I promised to protect you… even if the promise was far too late." He closed his eyes, letting the storm rage as he drifted into the fragments of their brief, beautiful time together.

She was looking back at him with a shuttered gaze, concealing her true feelings. Kit lifted her drink and sipped it slowly before tilting her head to the side. "Do the investors expect it because you promised it to them?" Luca grunted in frustration and ran his hand through his hair with a dark chuckle. "I didn't have to promise them anything. Most people expect to have access to my family name and money when they have access to me." Kit watched him for a second before sighing heavily and walking around the island and back into the living room. Luca followed after her at a slower pace, his shoulders hunched defensively.