What Happens When You Break A Pinky Promise Mga Nobela at Kwento

I think I'm going to lose my mind. "You are going to marry him, right? Don't worry, I will tell Dad to marry you. Are you going to marry him?" She asks as she pouts her lips, and I find myself smiling sheepishly. "Yes, I will marry him. Will you get some rest now?" I stroke her hair, and she slowly nods her head. "You have to promise me first that you will marry Daddy. Pinky promise," She says as she brings forth her pinky finger, and I shake my head before I make the promise to her.

"Yes, I will tell you everything," Sticking out my pinkie finger, I extended it toward him. "Promise?" He looked at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are we really doing a pinkie promise? What are we, five-year-olds?" I persisted, undeterred by his teasing. "It doesn't matter how old we are. You need to make this promise and seal it." He looked at his injured hand encased in a bandage. "I can't seem to use my hand." "That's not a problem," I reassured him, rising from his side. Taking his free hand, I hooked my pinkie finger with his and sealed the pact with our thumbs. "Promises are meant to be kept."

“Yes Nikky, that's exactly what we're talking about.” “I want a pink or a purple, Mommy.” I chuckled softly, “Anything for you my princess. “Pinky promise,” she held up her tiny finger to me. “Pinky promise,” we both locked our fingers together, and shook on it. I already pinkied it, now I have to get her a pony. The pinky promise is a thing between Nicole and me that can not be broken. Never. “Now, go freshening up, dinner will be ready soon.”

She lay next to him, and he pulled her closer. “So.” He started. “Yeah?” “We're dating now.” “There’s one thing you have to do first.” “Which is?” “You have to promise me that if I let you in, you won't break anything.” “Ok, I promi...” “Nope, it has to be a pinkie promise.” “Interesting choice of a promise” “It's harder to break than a normal promise.” “How?” “Breaking it means that I'll cut your pinkie off. But if you're serious, then you have nothing to worry about. So, pinkie promise?” She held hers out.

She must have noticed, because then she said, “It’s called a pinky swear.” That still didn’t make much sense. “Once our pinky fingers are interlocked, the promise must never be broken. Or else…” She paused dramatically. “The person who breaks it will suffer bad luck forever.” Her expression was so serious, it had to be the truth. My eyes widened, astonished by this fact. Who knew a pinky held such great power? “You promise?” she asked. I swallowed thickly, then slowly lifted my hand and hooked my pinky with hers.

she asked while creasing her forehead. "You don't know the 'pinky promise'?" She shakes her head. I laughed then took her hand. "Pinky promise is when you want to seal a promise with someone then if you failed to fulfill it, your pinky finger will cut out to your hand as a punishment," I explained. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. 'What? Is that even legal?" she exclaimed, and her face was priceless. "I was just kidding, but that is the history of pinky promise. But we can use it to seal your promise. Pinky promise?" I raised my pinky fingers again.

I touched the blue ribbon with my fingertips and felt the same warmth that emanated from that man. "Are you coming? Really?" He reached out to me with his little finger in the air. "I swear on my finger if I want to and a pinky promise should never be broken." I smiled and without waiting any longer, I intertwined my little finger with his. "Finger promise," I said and then he continued. "Pinky promise, you made a pinky promise, so now you keep it all your life" was almost a hum, so I completed. "If you break the promise of finger, I throw you into hell and fire and fear will kill the little finger that once betrayed your friend."

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

I tell her. "I won't." She says. "Promise?" I hold out my pinky finger. She laughs and links her pinky with mine then we seal it. "I promise."

My Mom replied, ever ready to answer my question. "What if I break a promise? Will the other person involved feel bad about it?" I asked my question a bit silly. It seemed my turmoil didn't let me think well. "Wow..." My Mom let out one word. She was a bit surprised and amazed at my question. 'What's wrong with her?' I know she would think to herself. "Well, from common sense breaking a promise will make the other person feel bad." My Mom began and my face turned red in embarrassment. "But then, like I said earlier, you should know when to break promises especially when it goes against your own convenience and safety." My Mom concluded her words with a smile.