The Unkept Promise Novel Amelia And Silas Novels & Stories

Pretend like they were coming after her to put off the suspicion that she had a part to play with it. There was a possibility. But being two places at once isn't very possible....unless Silas being the sick bastard that he was did something more unnatural than he had already done. "Amelia made it clear that she was tired of waiting- "Don't say her name!" I snapped, unable to wrap my head around the woman I swore to protect was the master manipulator in all of this. It was impossible and couldn't be.

So I let out a trembling breath and whispered. “I love you.” Silas let out a sound half laugh, half sob as though those three words had been the only thing keeping him alive this long. His hand relaxed on my wrist. His body slumped, magic dripping away like water slipping through fingers. He lifted his trembling hand toward his coat pocket. “For… you…” He breathed. I reached for it, finding the small velvet pouch stained with his blood. Inside was a simple ring. A promise he’d never get to give. A future he carved from illusions and cruelty.

“Really. I can handle it.” Bianca sighed. “You always say that. You’re strong, yes—but that doesn’t mean you should suffer in silence.” Amelia smiled faintly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful.” They talked a little longer, about lighter things—old memories, silly jokes—but the unease lingered beneath every word. When they finally parted ways, Bianca hugged Amelia tightly, as if afraid to let her go. “Promise me you’ll call if anything feels wrong,” Bianca said.

Instead, she clenches her hands on her lap and drifts her gaze away from mine. “You think it’s that easy?” A shaky breath escapes her. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Conrad.” “I failed you once already, Amelia,” I whisper. “I won’t fail you again.” Her jaw tightens, but she doesn’t protest this time. She just shakes her head and smiles bitterly. Another wave of silence stretches between us. My heart beats rapidly as I wait for her to say something—anything at all. Unable to bear more of the silence, I gulp down my drink and tighten my fist around the glass as the alcohol burns down my throat.

I hoped he was starting his new journey to find happiness. I realized that promises are very important. Some promises are made when we are children and we do not understand the world. But the promises we make as adults are the ones that define our lives. I made a promise to Silas to love him forever. And I intended to keep that promise every single day for the rest of my life. The house was quiet and peaceful. I could hear the sound of the wind outside, but it did not feel cold anymore. It felt like a fresh start.

he said, holding out the pull tab from his pop can. “What I am supposed to do with this, Jojo?” she asked, laughing at the odd gift. “One day you can swap it for a real ring. When we’re older,” he’d smiled sheepishly. “A gemstone ring?” she’d smiled back. “Promise?” “Yeah. But only if you keep it.” Amelia opened her eyes, breaking up the memory of that special summer day. She had kept it; she’d kept it all these years. But he hadn’t kept his promise. She hadn’t seen him for years.

"I need you to be patient with me. I need time to heal and to figure things out. And I need you to be honest with me from now on, no more secrets or half-truths." Damon nodded again. "I promise to be honest with you, Amelia. And I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes." Amelia smiled weakly at him. "Thank you, Damon. That means a lot to me." They sat in silence for a while longer, holding each other close. Eventually, they got up and made their way back to the pack house. As they walked, Amelia couldn't help but feel grateful for Damon's patience and understanding. She knew they had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time in a while, she felt hopeful about their future together.

The other person replied, "I did promise you, but you didn't do it right, so why should I keep my promise? Ava, you should be grateful enough to have the life you're living right now. "After all, many people can never reach your current level." The gentle voice surprised Amelia. She looked like such a meek and innocent woman, so Amelia didn't expect her to say such mockery. "You! Aren't you afraid that I'd tell her your true colors? If you still want to—" "What true colors? Do you think you have anything to blackmail me with? I don't even consider Amelia a threat, so who do you think you are?" Amelia was a little startled to hear her name being mentioned. She wanted to keep listening, but sh

Eleanor takes a few steps forward and hugs Silas again, this time he lifted his arms and hugged her back. “You’re right,” He whispers at her ear. “This is for the best.” And yet when Silas had mumbled it right by her ear, with the way his voice trembled, Eleanor had second thoughts. Silas was trying his hardest to let it go, to let it be, but he didn’t sound at all better. Was Eleanor being selfish? The only reason she didn’t want to further investigate and make Amara remember is that she wasn’t the one that was forgotten. Still, it wasn’t like she was as important as Silas. She was no one but a consort.

But her own safety, the safety of her family, demanded her silence. As their tea grew cold and the sun cast a warm glow in the room, Amelia's eyes held a glimmer of hope, tinged with uncertainty. The weight of unspoken secrets loomed, casting shadows over their lives. In that moment, Mother Grace silently prayed for the strength to protect her family, to navigate the delicate balance between truth and safety. And as the day turned to evening, the mansion stood as a silent witness to the intricate tapestry of their lives, woven with both love and secrets. *******************************************