The Unkept Promise Novel Novels & Stories

“And that’s surprising? You’re basically paying me off after breaking me in half.” “That’s not what this is.” “Really?” I turned around slowly. “Because that’s exactly what it feels like.” His face tightened. “You’re reading this the wrong way,” he said. “I made a promise. I’m keeping it. That’s all.” “You’re keeping it like you kept your promise to stay by my side? Or like you kept your promise to not push me away?” I stepped closer without meaning to. “Or like you kept your promise when you said you loved me?”

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?

She had fixed that part of me, that part that was broken by the past, and the truth was that it scared me having to give so much again to just one person, the whole sense of it was by itself very complicated. I poured out a finger of whiskey as I walked in staring out at the window out far wide. A couple of hours later, I listened as the door opened and she slid through it. She glanced at me, looked away, and then flicked her gaze back to me as if looking for something that was in her eyes as well. Keeping promises was something I was never so good at, as a matter of fact I had never kept one up till this moment with a sane mind, but everything I told her this night I felt like I was to kee

Did she really think that the world should revolve around her? I replied, "Ms. Black, if you need anything, you should go to your dear husband, Leonard. I'm just an outsider. I have no obligation to clean up your mess." It suddenly dawned on her, and a flicker of realization crossed her face. "Is it status that you care about? I'll think about it after I give birth, but you must promise not to make it public. I don't want to upset Leo." I stared at her, pausing between each word. "I'll say it again. Leave. Don't let me see you again. I don't want to remarry you. Never in this lifetime."

“Just promise me you’ll tell me everything that happens. I need to understand the situation in case I need to protect you. Are we clear?” “Yes, ma’am!” I said playfully, even saluting her. She chuckled before picking up her book again. I knew she was already thinking about the mysterious guy I had mentioned. And honestly, I couldn’t stop thinking about him either. His eyes, his voice, and the strange, haunting promise he had made. "I’ll make you mine.’”

“But this… this is a promise. A promise that I am yours. That this family is yours. That I want to build a life with you, one stone at a time. Will you… will you keep this? As my promise?” Tears spilled over, tracking hot paths down her cheeks. It wasn’t a proposal. It was something better. Something real, and fragile, and perfectly them. Acknowledging the past, building a future. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She clutched the sea glass, its edges smooth against her skin. “Yes, I’ll keep it.” On the screen, the countdown hit zero. Fireworks exploded over a foreign city. In their blanket fort, with a sleeping child between them, Marcus leaned over and kissed her, a kiss that taste

Promise. My thumb hovered over the screen. Then I deleted it. The word "promise" made my chest ache. I whispered it to myself, tasting the lie. “You already broke it.” Turning on my side, I cradled my stomach, whispering to the child who would never know him. “It’s just you and me now,” I breathed. “And I swear, I’ll never let anyone break us again.” The night stayed still around me. Deep inside, something changed, a faint trace of strength, enough to survive.

He kept it hidden, bound by a promise made to his mother, to safeguard his secret. Ashton internalizes his pain, refraining from questioning his mother. She had assured him that a day would come when he would meet his Promise Mate, someone in need of his assistance to heal and fulfill a great destiny. Though Ashton aims to preserve himself for this so-called "Promise Mate," his desires are shattered as he endures daily abuse and rape from multiple werewolves Alphas. Years spent in a desolate dungeon cause Ashton to lose hope in ever finding his Promise Mate. It is the vilest place, somewhere he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy.

She finds herself drawn to the stability and support he offers, the promise of a new chapter untainted by the betrayal she has endured. Yet, even as this alluring vision takes shape, the lingering specter of Casey's decision haunts her, a persistent reminder of the unresolved feelings that still linger in her heart. Barbara finds herself torn, her emotions a tempestuous dance between the desire for a fresh start and the weight of her past.

Back then, I had all the reckless courage of youth. The dream began to warp and distort. A final teardrop soaked into my pillowcase, carrying every bit of my love and resentment with it. I opened my eyes in the darkness. "But Nicholas… I don't love you anymore." … During my third Christmas abroad, Elliot made a surprise appearance at my door. "Surprise!" he said. I was stunned. Meanwhile, Elliot proudly announced that he had spent the last few years self-studying and had received an offer from a nearby university.