Novel & Cerita The Promised Neverland Death

He remained silent for a while, to the point I figured it was either too painful or he just didn’t trust me when he spoke again. “It happened a month before my first shit. They were away on pack business. I remember my father making me promise to do him proud in his absence, to keep the pack safe… My mother… gave me a hug, making me promise to not bully Anya…” He licked his lips again as I saw a tear fall from his eye. “They never returned. Of course, the pack was mad with fear, Althea, Dimitri’s mother. She managed to locate them with a spell.” He stopped hesitating for a moment.

And I am the legacy of a broken promise. When I left New York two years ago, under the promise that I would not be the one to pay for my mother’s alleged mistake, I knew from the first detour of the driver to boarding a private jet that the Villani would not let me go my way. I knew they would find me, wherever I was, and even here, inside the Convent of Saint Lucia, in a village a hundred and twenty kilometers from Rome, I certainly was never safe.

“I know you and understand that you are just a kid, you might even forget many things when you grow up, but I know you will never forget this day… The day that your parents and Pack members were burned to death. Thus, I also know that you will never forget what I just told you. But my child, you will have to promise me something… Never reject him when you find him. No matter what, you must protect and be there for him always. And listen, even if you meet hundreds of Mates in the future but without the name Ashton, then you will have to know that they are not your Promise Mate.” The queen's mother said to the little boy, who was just looking at her as if he could understand what the queen was

A promise that had been stolen. He remembered the chaos of that night, the gunfire, the screams, the storm outside blending with the storm in his chest. Rafe had smiled at him, even in pain, even facing death. That smile—the one that had been reserved only for him—was the last thing Nicholas had seen before the world had shifted forever. “You promised me…” Nicholas whispered to the empty room, voice hoarse, almost breaking. “You promised we’d survive. You promised we’d be together.” Silence answered him. Only the rain remained, a soft, rhythmic drumming against glass and stone.

"No..." Cole nodded with convincing sorrow. "He died a few days ago." Lilith shook her head immediately. "No." "No, you're lying." "I expected that reaction." Ria laughed. Lilith stumbled backward until her legs struck the edge of the cot. "No..." She whispered again. "No... Oliver promised me, he promised he'd protect us." "He promised..." Her voice cracked. "He promised..." "I suppose promises don't matter much once someone's dead." Cole sighed. Lilith's breathing became uneven.

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

she whispered. "If I know I can do something and I don't do it I'll be a terrible person, I'll always try to contact you and I promise not to get into trouble." I muttered moving away from her to fully pack up. "I can't stop you can I? " she laughed sadly. "No, promise me one thing? " she muttered. "Under no circumstances will you be killed, promise me you won't die.."

He had his hands folded in front of him, and the look on his face would break anyone’s heart. “Promise me you’ll look out for him.” Stanley’s words reverberated through my mind. I’d promised Stanley in a moment of weakness. I’d intended on going back to Stanley, to explain that I couldn’t keep that promise. But Stanley died before I could. Now I was stuck with a promise I’d made to a dying man. …Watch out for Jordyn… Which was in direct opposition to a promise I’d made to Dillon. …Stay away from Jordyn…

Seb pours himself another glass of the amber liquid, drinks it, and sighs. “Unfortunately, the Desanti Princess is dead.” I feel nothing. And that alone tells me how much I needed her alive. I help myself to some of the liquor too. “And her child?” “Dead too. Or I think the child is. I found a social media page this lady ran, and the last post is a tribute to her dead friend, no mentions of a child,” he says, and the glass stills in my hand. “At least not that child.” I raise a brow. “What do you mean?”

He lifted me up against his crotch, and I wrapped my legs around his torso, grinding slolwy, and he groaned. "You would be the death of me." "And you I," I responded. He paused, and I knew there was something bothering him. "Could you promise me something?" he asked. "Anything," I responded, breathless. "Whatever happens, promise me that you will live on." I stared at him, confused. "A war is coming, and I want you to promise me that if things go bad, you won't try ending yourself too. I want you to find love again and continue your life; that would make me happy—even in death, that you survived, that you would be happy."