The Promised Neverland Don Novels & Stories

The guards dragged him away and shielded Mario. Don Marco Abano from the Abano family, who sat nearby, rose and leveled a gun at Carmilla. "Don Brasco," Marco said, "if you can't handle women, how can you run the syndicate? Want me to take care of this trouble?" He pointed the gun at her. "Mario, I'm carrying your child! Please, save me." Carmilla pleaded. Mario's face tightened; he trembled. After a long moment, he said, "Joke's over. Put the gun down. Don't scare Carmilla."

When she opened them again, Dominic, perhaps trying to dispel the lingering awkwardness, casually asked, “What did you wish for? Is there any gift you’d like?” Valerie looked at him for a moment, her gaze calm yet distant. Then, in a steady voice, she answered. “I wished that I’d get married this year.”

The Chief scout, seated just beside him, added. Chief Candar's face was pale, his brow furrowed in worry. "And on top of it all, there's no sign of the Promised child," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "It just seems like all our efforts are bouncing back against us. Three mates now, three! Yet... What exactly is happening?" The unspoken question hung in the air like a specter, casting a dark shadow over the assembly. The double doors of the great hall swung open, and Alpha Thane strode in. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath Thane's feet. The councillors' eyes snapped to their leader, their faces set in somber anticipation.

Before I knew it, Christmas was upon us. I had been a Christmas fanatic since I was a kid. I was itching to hit the mall for some holiday shopping. Little Ruby was already toddling around like a pro, and even though our estate was massive, she was super curious about the world beyond its gates. So, I figured, why not bring her along for the ride? However, just as we rolled up to the estate's entrance, we got stopped dead in our tracks. Maverick was standing there, blocking our way, and my grip on the steering wheel went all shaky.

He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do. “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me. How can I fulfill my promise, when even in the darkness and danger that surrounds him, I’m hauled like a moth to a flame?