The Promise Trilogy Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I’m certainly not proposing you this way or this soon despite how much I want to (just so you know, I’m dead serious about proposing to you someday, just not today) This is a promise ring (I believe that’s what they call these days) I give you this ring to say that I’m so in love with you and that I promise to make you the happiest person in the world. I know you don’t love me yet but that’s okay. You said you trust me with your life and I promise that I’ll do anything to keep that trust. I just hope you don’t lose faith in me, ever. I’ve made a lot of promises to you over the years since our childhood. I’ve kept every one of them and I intend to keep them all – new and old.

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.

Her hands pushed into his chest aggressively as they kept on kissing intensifyingly. (Privacy matters.) **** WOULD THERE BE MORE OF ALEXANDRA'S AND LIAM'S STORIES? THE GREATEST MARRIAGE IN HISTORY FILLED WITH LOVE AND BEAUTY!!! THE JORDANS STORY IS SIMPLY AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO ALL LOVE BIRDS OUT THERE..... HA HA HA...KEEP IT UP. THE END!!! AUTHOR'S NOTE: Exactly how I planned it. His Broken Promise had been a pure rollercoaster for me and I'm pretty sure you would agree with me. To all my readers, thank you all so much for sticking with me right from the beginning of this book to the end.

I didn’t feel the urge to fill the space with noise or distraction. The promise didn’t demand attention. It just held. Later, lying in bed, I thought about how many promises I’d seen broken not because people lied, but because they’d been made from fear. From hope disguised as certainty. From a desire to lock something down before it could slip away. This wasn’t that. This promise didn’t try to secure the future. It honored the present. I wasn’t promising forever. I wasn’t promising perfection. I was promising not to abandon myself while something good was happening.

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

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.

Daniel standing beside her in rooms where others tried to turn memory into a weapon. The answer should have been easy. It was not. “Yes,” she whispered. It was true. Not complete. But true. Noah was quiet for so long she thought the line had failed. Then he said, “Call again.” “I’ll try.” “No. Don’t say try.” “I don’t know when I can.” “I don’t care. Call again.” Her throat tightened. “I will.” “Promise.” Promises had become dangerous. But this one she made anyway. “I promise.”

Not imagination. A forgotten life. ⸻ 🌙 The Promise Young Lyra looked at him. Smiling. ❤️ “Promise me something.” Young Ilyaan laughed. “Another promise?” She nodded. 🌙 “If they ever try to separate us…” 💔 “Don’t believe what they tell you.” The smile vanished from her face. 😢 “Even if the whole world says I’m the enemy.” ⚡ Young Ilyaan took her hand. ❤️

Her questions had affirmed his need to carry out the mission he had planned. He pressed her deeper into his body and spoke. " This time, there wont be anything illegal. I promise. I will be safe and will come back to you all pieces intact. What you can do for me is to take care of yourself. What I need from you is a promise that you will wait for me and that whatever happens, you will trust me. Do not let anything make you lose your faith in me. I promise to not disappoint you. Can you do that for me?"