The Promised Neverland Memes Romane & Geschichten

I went back to my room to wash up and was just about to treat my wounds when my phone suddenly buzzed. Abbie had sent me a video. In the video, Logan and a group of his friends were sitting around the fire pit. Empty liquor bottles were scattered across the ground. One of his friends teased him, "Logan, you are getting married tomorrow. What if you have no experience and your bride is not satisfied?" Another man laughed. "Exactly. Shouldn't you find someone to practice with first?"

She groans. I sit by the window, staring at a city I’m not allowed to touch. “How long?” “Until the ceremony,” she says. “Standard protocol. No unnecessary movement before alliances are finalized.” “So we’re… hostages with good room service.” She grins. “Exactly.” Those two days pass in a strange limbo. Vittorio and Chris keep us occupied with video games, books and board games. Food arrives. Dresses arrive. Instructions arrive. But people don’t ever fucking arrive. I swear to god when we get back home I don’t want to see Vittorio and Chris for a whole fucking week.

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And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead." ... Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries. Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it. My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.] Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas. They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.

Oliver looked like his world had caved in. "That's impossible! We were supposed to get married, weren't we? "Did you forget? We grew up together. We used to say we would marry each other when we got older. You'd play the mom, and I'd play the dad when we pretended to have a family… "And we were together for almost a year. We were happy…" All the composure Oliver had managed to hold onto crumbled. His voice cracked as he went on, "We almost got married, didn't we? You're just saying this to upset me, right?"

I saw it now for what it was—an excuse. "I'm fine," I typed back, then tossed my phone aside. Silverblood burned hotter in my veins, searing every nerve. Pain raked through me. I knew my time was running out. My life was ticking by with every second. … The next afternoon, I met a few friends at a cafe. I'd planned to invite them to my bonding ceremony. Instead, all I could do was tell them it was canceled. Their eyes went wide. One of them blurted, "What? The ceremony's canceled? Why? You were so excited about your bonding ceremony with Ryder. Did you two have a falling out?"

The Foster Group's stock nosedived, plunging the century-old empire into its greatest crisis yet. Police scoured the city for Adrian, but he was nowhere to be found. Some whispered he had gone mad. Others claimed he was already dead. I tilted my head back toward the sky and whispered to my child, "You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Mommy has avenged you." However, as I was about to board my flight out of Westbridge, a hand clamped around my wrist. The touch was both familiar and foreign. Dread coiled in my stomach.

He raised his hand and pointed at the welcome sign near the hotel entrance. Tapping the blurry silhouette printed on it, he said, "Just look at it. This silhouette looks exactly like mine. I mean, who else other than me could be marrying Karli?" Douglas turned slightly sideways, and the outline of his body perfectly overlapped with the silhouette on the sign. At first glance, anyone would be convinced. The staff hurriedly compared the two images, and the more they looked, the more shocked they became. They quickly apologized. "W-We're sorry, sir! It was our mistake! What a ridiculous misunderstanding from our side!"