The Promised Neverland Oc Novels & Stories

If he'd shown even a little more care, I wouldn't have gone this far. She went quiet, then lowered her head and mumbled, "I know you and Dad aren't happy. But he said I'm the kid with the most gold stars in class. He promised to take me to Disneyland and buy me pretty dresses. It's the first time he's promised something this fun. Can we wait till after? Please." I hesitated at her hopeful look, tempted to tell her that Connor had probably forgotten. He was always like that, keeping promises to outsiders while bailing on us.

King Odysseus held his daughter’s hand in his, “You're not a commodity or a trading chip for our people, Odessa. If at all, for any reason, you feel unwanted or unsafe in the Lycan realm, promise me you'll come back.” “Daddy, I–” “I need you to promise me that Odessa. It's the only way I'll be willing to hand you over once one year is up, okay?” They stared into each other’s eyes for a while, a silent understanding forming between the both of them before Odessa nodded. “Okay, I promise.” This led to a wide grin on the King’s face, his happiness increasing as he realized he had one year to spend with her. It was better than he would have imagined.

Olivia::"Ok , now say.I am excited." John:"“I promise to be your best friend. To have your back no matter what. To let you fight your own battles, but will tap in when you need help. I promise to share the covers and make sure I leave some hot water for you. To love your family as if they were my own. To not make you go to Disney world for every vacation. I promise to try new experiences as long as it doesn’t have cheese on it. To hold your hand every chance I get. I promise to defend you to others, even if you are wrong. I promise to put your happiness before mine.”

“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.

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"As long as those children find a place, I will be at ease. But what of Osada?" I capture the name of the person Odin asks about, but my attention drifts elsewhere. I look down at the family photo collage Thea made for him. It was pictures of all the spots they visited. After rescuing Effie from Heather, Odin decided to take the siblings to all the places they wanted. Just the four of them have been all over California within a month. Themes parks like Disneyland, Universal Studios, and Knotts. They went to San Diego to jet ski and drive around tourist attractions. Big Bear to go skiing, Palms Spring for ATV driving. At around seventy, Odin still has that young at heart for Odin's age. He ne

"I promise" "I promise"

Dead children cannot touch the living. And my mother could not hear me either. “Go check on Evelyn,” Dad said casually as he changed his shoes. “She hasn’t eaten all day. Don’t let her go hungry.” Elijah nodded. “I brought her a roast beef sandwich. It’s her favorite.” Elijah was the future Alpha heir of the pack. He was a year older than me, and we were already promised to each other. When we were grown, I was supposed to become his Luna. “If she hasn’t admitted what she did, then she doesn’t get to eat,” Mom said sharply. “I’m not going to encourage this habit of lying every time she wants attention.”

I needed to appear calm, controlled, inevitable. Mandi was staring again, those wide eyes darting to the floor whenever I moved. She was small, barely five feet tall, always cringing as if trying to fold herself out of existence. Her cheap floral perfume clung to the air like syrup, failing to disguise the scent of her fear. Pathetic.

Sol asked me, and I nodded. "Can you tell me about them?" I shook my head, and he let it go. "Maybe I will, one day, but not tonight. I promise," I told him. I felt him kiss the top of my head as he whispered, "Take your time. I'm always waiting for you." ###