What Happens When You Break A Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

“Don't think about it. Just do it." “Okay." I blurted out without thinking. “Pinky promise?." He asked holding out his pinky finger. I locked fingers with him. “Pinky promise."

Micah said, reaching his hand out with a gesture to make a pinky promise. Serenity was stunned by Micah's action. It reminded her of the past. She and Jack had made a pinky promise before, not long after they had known each other. "Who taught you this?" Serenity could not resist asking. "Daddy did. Daddy says this is a pinky promise. With this, it means he'll keep the promise! But Daddy forgot who taught him this. He said once you make a pinky promise, you can't go back on it!" Micah explained.

I had no idea. "I won't promise anything," I added, drawing a gasp from the audience. "The only thing I can guarantee is to serve the pack selflessly and do everything for the people; that's all." Promises are meant to be broken. As cliche as it may sound, it never misses. People who opted to give promises are most likely the ones who broke them: like a newly bloomed flower in the wilderness. They won't last long as they'll eventually wither in time, being carried away by the wind and turned back to dust.

I countered and he let out a small laugh but a stern look from me what’s him up. “You’re stubborn.” “I know,” I promised before raising my hand and extending my pinky. “Pinky promise me that you’ll not leave.” He looked at me hand with a mixed expression of surprise and amusement. “Really? A pinky promise?” I nodded in response, stretching out my hand further. “Yes.” “You’re unbelievable,” he replied but still hooked his pinky around mine. “Fine. I pinky promise.” For some unknown reason, I believed him. He sounded sincere and this was the first time he was making a promise to me so I felt that he was going to keep to his words.

“I want to feel free to explore all that I am, even the messy bits.” Gino smiled, warmth radiating from his gaze. “Then let’s make a pact. Let’s promise to share our fears, our hopes, and even our mistakes as we go. No judgment, just understanding. Let’s be each other’s compass.” “Deal,” I replied, my heart racing as I extended my pinky toward him. He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief at our childlike gesture before locking his pinky with mine. “A pinky promise it is. That’s the start of something special.”

I didn't know if we would make it. I sighed, "I know I had my doubts, and I'm going to murder you if you even come close to that Candace girl again." Seth busted out laughing, "you have nothing to worry about, I'm done with games and broken promises. I'm too old for that shit. In fact I'm pretty sure by this time next year you'll be a Greer too." Looking over at him I arched my brow, "pretty sure?" He smiled, "I have to make sure you act right."

Douglas then dropped to one knee right in front of me. “Babe, I love you. I want to marry you someday. Will you be mine?” Seriously? Was this what dating him involved? He was basically padlocking the door to my future male escort endeavors. He pulled out a yellow sapphire ring. What? It was the very one I had designed! I never should have stayed up all night drafting it. “Fine, then.” I heard that my family elders and Douglas had cleaned up all the messages that Finn posted. After Finn was taken away, he suffered a mental breakdown. His psychological resilience was simply too low.

You hadn't disappointed me and I won't disappoint you. My cheeks heated up at his insinuation, he was happy with my performance last night, and to be honest with myself, I felt happier too. The thought of not being judged but appreciated for something like that made me want to laugh. I raised my pinky, "Pinky promise?" He looked between my pinky and my face before raising his and entwining it with mine, "Pinky promise..." I smiled, "You know if you break a promise, I have every right to bite your pinky off and eat it."

I’d missed this bitch. “This will never happen again I promise.” I kissed her cheek. I was going to keep this promise, and I was going to find a solution to my problem. “Pinky?” We stopped hugging for a few seconds before she asked for my pinky finger. It was to show that I would never break my promise no matter what happened. “Pinky.” “Now, are we going to get in there or what. I can’t wait to be satisfied with the look on their faces.” Now this was the Rynnelle I knew.

She had naively thought that Patricia would soon forget her and move on to a better life, but she was wrong. With those big, tearful eyes, how could she not feel sorry for her? “I’m not leaving, honey,” she assured Patricia. “I promise.” Patricia’s eyes widened. “Really, Mommy? You’re not lying? You’re really going to stay?” Pamela nodded shakily. Patricia looked unconvinced. “Pinky promise?” she said, holding out her little finger. Pamela hesitated. For children, a pinky promise was very important and should not be broken no matter what.