Novel & Cerita The Promised Neverland One Shots

he replied. "Then I want you to promise me, you must always love me no matter what happens because I have liked you since I was a child, you must be responsible for my feelings which are so great for you," the girl raised her pinky finger, and Nelvan linked his pinky finger with hers. It didn't matter what promises the girl in front of him wanted to make, sooner or later she would marry him, Nelvan held the girl's hand as they crossed the street. "You also have to promise that I am the only one who will be your lover, now and in the future," Nelvan said.

Kai implored, his eyes shining with hope and longing. "Promise!" And with that, the two children intertwined their pinky fingers, sealing their vow with a heartfelt promise. After sharing a tender moment, they reluctantly parted ways, their hearts filled with the anticipation of a future together. As Kai walked home, a radiant smile graced his face, his heart brimming with happiness and newfound hope. He couldn't shake off the feeling of contentment that enveloped him, knowing that he had found a special connection with the young girl and a promise of companionship that would last a lifetime.

I hadn't been looking at the camera but away and I liked the way the moon lit up just the right features. Below my picture, I began to type and felt my heart begin to pour out. "When I told you don't tonight I lied about what I meant. I meant don't leave, don't go fuck some other girl, don't go breaking my heart, don't give me a reason to turn my back, don't make promises you can't keep, don't lie to me..." Sighing I erased all of that and just hit send, sometimes things were better left unsaid.

“It’s like a promise. I promise not to run away if you promise not to hurt me too.” Mizuko saw how the corner of the man’s mouth lift up. Suddenly he raised his hand mid-air and raised his pinky. It made her brows draw together. “Are you serious? A pinky promise is a kid’s thing.” “It’s how we seal a promise,” he replied. Mizuko slowly raised her hand and when she was about to intertwine her pinky with his, she suddenly had a flashback of someone. It made her eyes wide, hearing a voice that she should never make a promise with a demon.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You promise me forever? No deaths, no fights, no separation. I need you to be obsessed with me for eternity,” she said, bringing out her pinky finger. He chuckled as they did the pinky promise, then he dragged her closer to him, sealing their promise with a kiss. “I promise you eternity, Valeria,”

Callum placed his hand over LIan's mouth to stop him from apologizing again. Lian was pouting when he removed his hand and he couldn't help but place a chaste kiss on his lips. "Okay, now I need you to promise." Lian took a deep breath. "I promise to tell you whenever I feel the urge to take drugs again." "And I promise to help you in every way I can. I'll never leave you again, Lian. I promise you that." The two sealed their promises with a kiss. Callum's hoping that this time, his words would get through to Lian because when he said he would never leave him, he meant it.

Maybe those were the times I was begging mom to just take me with her. “Nala,” he called me in a gentle voice. “Hmm?” I responded while watching Rocco and Damian fight over the remote. “I want you to promise me.” I furrowed my brow in confusion and turned to him. “What kind of promise is that?” He gave me a small smile, and we intertwined our fingers. “Promise me that no matter what happens in the future, we will still be together. We are not going to leave each other. Promise me that no matter what trials come in our lives in the future, we will never get tired of facing them together. Promise me, Nala.”

Instead, it felt like an infection. Where were the fated fireworks the stories promised? The bliss? The soul-deep bond? Fairy tales. All of it. There was no love here, only poison and bile. My wolf whimpered once and fell silent. I was left alone with the echo of her rage. Eventually, exhaustion dragged me under.

Lukas affirmed steadily, holding her gaze. Slowly, tentatively, Annabel inched closer to Lukas and raised her small hand, folding all her fingers except her pinky, which she extended like a sacred oath. "Pinky promise me, Uncle! Swear you'll never, ever hurt Mommy—no matter what!"

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.