The Promised Neverland Don Novels & Stories

Even the underwear he was wearing now was the one I bought. "What a pity," Rebecca said, shaking her head as she held Mom's hand. "When we were young, we always said we'd become in-laws one day. We even joked about arranging a childhood engagement for the two of them!" She glanced at me, her tone warm. "I've always liked Gerry. She's such a lovely lady. She's beautiful, kind, and cheerful…" I lowered my gaze, afraid to make a sound. I was terrified that if I slipped up for even a moment, my tears would start falling one by one.

I don't know if it was a dream or it did happen really when I felt a another wave of tingles run through me as a pair of lips touched my forehead and I heard a soft whisper. "I promise you won't ever cry again, my Eve. I've finally found you and I'll never let you go. Whatever the reason behind your tears are, I'll make sure to find out and this will be the last time they fall from your beautiful eyes. I'll keep my promise I made to you all those years ago. Sweet dreams, my Minnie."

Then he told me, "This dress would only suit you." I accepted it and kept it at the bottom of my trunk. I liked it too much to wear it. On the day he left, he stood at the entrance of Silver Hollow and said, "Julia, come with me." I refused him. I told him I could not bear to leave the village, and I could not bear to leave my mother. After that, he never asked again. Over the years, he would send me something for each holiday. Sometimes, it was books. Sometimes, it was fabric. Other times, it was a jar of candy that could only be bought in the city.

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

“Fia, promise me something.” Seeing his saddened face, Fia hurriedly nodded. “Sure. What do you want me to promise?” Conrad looked at her and said somberly, “Promise me that you’ll never forget me.”

We started toasting marshmallows to make s'mores. Children love the activity so it is already past midnight when the celebration ended. We helped Sister Solana and Sister Teresa tucked the kids into bed. While we are in the middle of tucking Peter into his bed he spoke. "You will come back again, right? Uncle Conrad? Aunt Atasha?" he asked with his eyes filled with hope. I messed his hair and then nod my head. "We will visit again, I promise" I responded. Atasha caressed Peter's cheeks and then smiled at the child lovingly.

“Ilana, do you promise to respect Rhys’s talents, support his dreams, and walk beside him in the days to come?” “I do,” Ilana said, her hand tightening in mine. “I promise to love all of him, his strength and his independence.” We exchanged the moonstone bracelets. The very pair that had been stolen and recovered. The silver light shimmered on our wrists. “By the name of the Moon Goddess, I now pronounce you bonded.” Ilana leaned in and gave me a soft, lingering kiss. Applause and blessings erupted around us. “Congratulations!” “It was beautiful!” “A lifetime of happiness to you both!”

The clouds parted overhead, revealing a few scattered stars. One shone particularly bright. Chase looked at it, lost in thought. "Ever read The Princess and the Frog?" My mind was blank. "What?" "There was this firefly crazy about a star," he explained. "And he named it Evangeline." I nodded dumbly. "Yeah, and then?" Along the shore, the waves had frozen in place, forming undulating layers of white. New surges shoved fresh snow forward in a rhythmic dance. "Nora," he murmured.

Never, I promise myself. Never.

His fingers are warm and confident, the way he grips a pen before he signs something irreversible. “This isn’t for them,” he says quietly. “This is for you.” The words should ease the tightness in my chest. They don’t. They rearrange it into something more complicated. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say. “I don’t,” he answers. We both know that’s not true anymore. The board brunch is a blur of names and teeth. They’re all there—the men who own pieces of the sky. Elias, smirking. Two others I recognize from G****e and the expressions of waiters who wish they were anywhere else.