Novel & Cerita The Promised Neverland Oc

Now Shyla was painting a family picture. She knew her health was deteriorating day by day, and She won’t be with her child, and she won’t be in subsequent family pictures, but, she wanted to experience family life, She knew it was just an imaginary life. So, she turned all her imaginative ideas into paintings. So, she is depicting a family by painting. In that picture, they are at a beach, and watching the beautiful sunset, with a killing smile, Nolan carrying a sweet and cute baby with one hand, and his other hand is at Shyla’s waist, while with a mesmerizing smile, Shyla puts her head on Nolan’s shoulder.

My children will live a care free life because no one will be after their heads. They won't feel like outcast,as though they belong to the outer world. "Thank you, Luciano. I love you, I love you so much."I sobbed and wrapped my hands around him so tightly. Never in my life did I ever imagine that I would find someone who would be able to fulfil his/her promises because whenever I believed in a promise, I ended up being disappointed. I remember when I was only a little girl at the age of seven, my mother promised me that she would never leave me but…she never came back to me and we only reunited when I came to the South as a captive.

He smiled a knowing grin that made my blood run cold. "It matters not how you feel about the situation my dear. Per the agreement between your mother and King Elirond many moons ago you are in fact the property of the Kingdom of Astraea. You, Calliope Silverthorne, are the promised child to the crown." My breathe went still as I processed his words. "Clara made a trade, your life for her freedom and we have come to collect". What did he mean I was the promised child? Did he just say my mother sold me? Where the hell is Astraea? And why did he say my last name my silverthorne? None of this makes any sense. I was starting to lose focus, whether it be from the freezing cold box I was in or the

“Keep my promise. I need something from you.” Catalina reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small piece of paper. “Is this what you need?” I reached for the paper and unfolded it. Camila’s phone number was written on it. “Thank you. Does this mean we have your support?” “It means I want you both to be happy, but the repercussions of this union, of stopping Rei, may be more than our family can withstand.” Closing my fingers around the paper, I leaned down and brushed Ariadna’s soft dark peach-fuzz crown with my lips and smiled at Catalina. “I have to try.”

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!”

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

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.

Karl Bartlett walked down the shaded sidewalk downtown, his mind going over the list of things he needed for his new bar, Neverland. His life looked much better since coming across his brother's new faerie world friends. Doors of opportunity just opened up before him, and Karl was more than happy to walk through them, and he foresaw plenty of doors opening in the future.

Just two people standing under a streetlight, agreeing to take each other seriously. At seventeen, that felt huge. As he walked me to my car, his hand brushed my lower back brief, respectful, grounding. My heart raced anyway. “Goodnight,” he said. “Goodnight.” When I got home, I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, my hand still warm from his. I felt lighter and more afraid than I had in a long time. Because promises, even small ones, ask for courage. And part of me wondered how long the world would let us keep ours.

Someone who genuinely cared about what happened next. "Hard limits first, things you absolutely will not do," he said, pulling out a small notebook that surprised me. I swallowed hard and tried to think past the buzzing in my head, past the way my body was already responding to just being in this room with him. "No permanent marks, no degradation about my family, no blood play." I paused and forced myself to meet his eyes. "No sharing."