Novel & Cerita The Promised Neverland One Shots

Loriann's POV It was definitely painful to see that Romero did not remember his promise to me. If Aniyan hadn't reminded him of what happened in preschool, I would still be in the oblivion corner. Even knowing my role in his past, he still couldn't remember his promise to make me his Luna. Every time we had lunch in the school canteen, he told me in his silly way how much he loved me and that we would have lots of puppies together.

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." ###

The Shard was weighing the value of a single, beautiful memory against the endless, hollow hunger of the harvest. Below, on the terrace of the villa, Nevan watched the sky. The grey ocean began to boil as the Shard descended, its tip touching the water. He saw the violet light from the villa’s courtyard—the Prometheus Veil—ignite, not as a flare, but as a bridge. He saw the silhouette of his wife standing on the edge of the crystal, her hands outstretched like a priestess of the void. "Mama's making a promise," Leo whispered, his hand clutching Nevan’s.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind her broke her reverie. She instinctively raised her head and saw him—Dominic. He stood tall, dressed impeccably in his pilot uniform, his figure striking against the muted backdrop. He had just returned from a flight. Seeing her by the fire, his lips curved in the faintest smile. "What are you burning?" he asked, his voice calm yet curious. He bent down, picked up a half-burned pink letter, and raised an eyebrow. "Love letters? You wrote love letters? Who were they for?"

Their eyes widened in shock as I asked them, each word deliberate, "Do you really want to see me fall apart?" They exchanged a glance, silent and shaking, and they stepped back, giving me space. Sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, warming my skin, feeling like it carried hope itself. I stopped looking at them and walked on with determined steps. I knew they would not come after me again. Six months later, Chester and I had our dream wedding, and on that special day, I received two priceless gifts. I knew who sent them, but it did not matter to me. Love that came too late was worth nothing at all.

he comments. I followed him to the door as he talked. I was grateful that he wasn't going to push me to stay here longer. It felt weird to have anyone new in my space, and my last meeting with a boy in my room left me feeling awkward. "Just promise me one thing," he turns and looks at me. His eyebrows crease together with concern, and I hold my breath, hoping I can keep this promise. "You don't go looking for her without me. It's dangerous, and like I said, being empathic isn't my only gift, Nora. I know you know where she is," he says firmly.

He asked still standing there. "Thank you for today. For showing me that place and," I played with the pendant around my neck, "For giving me this. It's really beautiful." "Can I get a promise in return for that gift?" He asked— looking me in the eyes. "Sure," I told him with a smile. I waited for him to say his next words. He opened his mouth, "Promise me you'll never leave me." I have never been so sure of a promise before. I have never been so fast in making a promise before. Because before I knew I had already stepped towards him and said those words, "I promise. I promise I won't ever leave you." ----

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

Don't you remember? The night ended on a bitter note. When I stepped outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. As I got into the car, Oliver stood there in the cold. His thin figure was trembling, and his eyes were rimmed red. "I was foolish and blinded by a passing infatuation. Losing you made me realize that what I had was priceless. Please… give me another chance." His voice broke. "I'm begging you." Before I could respond, something caught my attention in the distance. Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair.

She asked with pleading eyes. "I am right here, till you wake up," Fiona assured but Smiles wasn't convinced. "Promise!" Smiles said, urging her to repeat the word. She knows she's been childish right now, but she doesn't mind 'cause right now, she needs her more than ever. "I promise, I will never leave you" Fiona assured with a promise. As if it was all she wanted, Smiles closes her eyes and lets herself be consumed in the fantasy world in fantasy. Hopefully, her fantasy will be good for her.