The Promised Neverland Don Romane & Geschichten

“Oliver” “Mmm” Nuella moved away from his hold and looked at him “Promise me that you will let me be there the day you catch them and allow me kill them myself” she said with all seriousness. She is never going to allow the people that dared to kidnap Cia to keep on living. The last thing Oliver wanted was to let her hands be stained with blood. He would not allow her to do it, so he did not know how to make such a promise. “Oliver” she called him when he became silent, she knew he didn't want her hands to be stained with blood which is why she wanted him to make her this promise since he will not be able to break his promise later.

Riley POV We didn’t have a lot of stuff, the furniture belonged to the apartment complex so only a couple of boxes which we put in storage. I have never gotten the chance to travel, though right after high school Matteo had tried to convince me to go on a road trip with him and his friends. We land in New York late in the afternoon. A black SUV that just screams crime boss picks us up. This time no multitude of men just a driver and one guard, way to make us feel special.

Debbie hummed and lowered her head," I have a secrete to tell you, but if I do, you must promise me that you won't get angry." "I promise," Broderick barely promises people cause he takes promise in high esteem but how could he not promise this little girl? As long as it will make her happy.

It was the smile of Ryder whenever he thought of something. “Let’s just make a promise,” Ryder suggested. “We won’t forget about each other, no matter what path we will take. And even if our families separate us since I’m just a commoner and you’re royalty, promise me that you will still watch the fireflies with me for as long as we can.” It sounded good to Raeya’s ears. “Of course, I promise,” she said. She held out her pinky, something that the travelers from the city had taught them.

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.

Dennis who doesn't really like crowded places and gives her a date to this place to please Liza who always wants to go to Disneyland. That day became a very valuable date for Liza especially if she remembered the promise Dennis said to her that day. Dennis looked at her lovingly and while holding both her hands, Dennis said the sweet promise that kept her heart bound. "I will always do whatever you want because compared to losing anything is more difficult for me to lose your smile. I promise to always make you happy, I love you. " Said Dennis Liza couldn't hold back her tears when she realized that the sweet promise wasn't real. All the effort she made to keep her love unreal was just a fut

Promises are meant to be broken sweetheart and you will see that only. "Kiaan thought and smile at jigyasa

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

I pulled back slow, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and met his gaze. Ruined. Stunned. Still shaking. “Fuck,” he breathed, like the word had been dragged from the marrow of him. “Is this the part where you ask if I want to fuck you?” I tilted my head, smiling like a lioness. “Do you?” “Hell yes,” he groaned. “You promised me Neverland, remember?” I stayed on my knees a beat longer, savoring the way he looked at me—wrecked and still aching. I reached up, slow and purposeful, and took his hand in mine.