The Unkept Promise Novel Novels & Stories

Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair. I blinked, hardly believing what I saw. I murmured, "Christopher?" Christopher Joyner turned toward me, his face lighting up despite the freezing air. His nose was red from the cold, and in his hands was a bouquet. He smiled as he walked toward me. "Didn't you say you wanted to see the first snow with the person you love most?" My chest tightened. He had been working late just last night, yet because of one offhand comment I had made, he caught a red-eye flight just to see me.

His promises were not worth a dime and she was going to make him regret ever lying to her. Contrary to what Marj thought, she didn't want him back. He was a liar and a cheat. Who in their right mind would want to fight for a guy like that? She wasn't stupid. Ignoring the first incident was childish of her. A part of her had wanted to believe that he'd only looked for someone else because he missed her. For a long time she'd held on to his promise of loving her forever. He had been the one person who'd understood her need to flee from the place that reminded her so much of Jim. He'd told her how it felt when he lost his own grandfather and she felt like they were kindred spirits. Of course it

I looked down at my hands, both of them, flat and warm against my stomach, and I made the only promise I knew I would never break, not once, not ever, not under any pressure this world thought to put on me. “You will never know what it feels like to be unwanted,” I said quietly. “Not one day. Not one moment. I promise you that.” I picked up my bag. I put one foot in front of the other. And I walked.

For as long you'll have me, then I'd like to have you as well goes unspoken; in any way you'll let me, in any way I can. A lot of things went unspoken between them but for once, for once Proserpina feels like they have reached the same page. But at their core, isn't that what makes a promise? Promises are an agreement founded in mutual trust and even if they are felt, they will always be the words that linger in our minds, in our hearts; promises will always be the words that remain unsaid. And while this promise may or may not be worth it (this was for her to judge for many years to come), she dares to hope that it will be one he or she won't come to regret.

What did I say about the promises I made? I keep it.

The memory came back with a vividness that made my chest ache: the blood that spattered across my face while he smiled and told me it was nothing. Over the years, under his leadership, the clan prospered, and his burdens grew heavier, yet he still cooked my breakfast in the mornings and tore himself away from everything to come care for me when I had a fever. He never noticed that the person living in his heart had already been replaced. I didn't sleep that night. I messaged my childhood friend who lived abroad in Claeyron. [Jessie, is your invitation still open? I'd like to join the research on comatose patients.]

I couldn't see his expression since I was deep down into my memory lane to notice his tender gaze. "You know, we'd promised each other that we'd marry when we were old. It might sound silly for you but I'd actually held onto that promise for the most part of my life." I smiled ruefully, feeling that familiar ache burn in my chest that came everytime I thought of him. What I didn't tell Adrian was that some part of me was still holding onto that promise, and some part of me was still upset that I broke the other promise. That often left me confused because I liked Adrian kissing me. I scolded myself for thinking like a wanton woman and shook off my thoughts. For a moment, I wondered if he sti

I know Adah di's all friends. "But I don't think that Karan even remembers a bit of it, " I said matter-of-factly because if he remembered he wasn't had behaved with me so badly as he did in the start. She gives me a slight nod, "Yes, we decided to keep our promise secret until you both get ready neither did we tried to remind Karan anything about it because he just forgot everything as he grew up, he went to Us for studies when he was a kid and when he returned he was changed alot and become rude, " She explains.

She had promised Gemma she would put those feelings aside for the sake of moving on to the next chapter. She exhaled and turned to meet Luca's unreadable gaze. Despite their rocky start, she was impressed that he could meet her jab for jab. Maybe they could actually forge a friendship, or maybe she'd end up in jail for murder. Sometimes, you just had to roll the dice and hope for the best. "Okay," Kit started in a calm tone, "Gemma's right, I may not like you but I agreed to this because you're well-known and well-loved. I'll keep my mouth shut and do what we have to do. I simply ask that you do the same."

We had overcome the darkest depths of betrayal, and now, we were ready to embrace the light of a future built on trust, love, and the promise of a life together, untainted by revenge and deceit. The Billionaire's Promise had been fulfilled, not just in the love that bloomed between Victor and me, but in the redemption that came from standing up against the forces that sought to break us. Our journey had been arduous, but it had led us to a place where love triumphed over revenge, and where the wounds of the past could finally heal.