Romans & histoires What Happens When You Break A Pinky Promise

Shameless man. It's not as if I had any plans to spread my legs for anyone else, but the simple act of being asked to make such a promise was a big deal. Rominic was right about that — I never break my promises, no matter what. It's a shackle that has always bound me, which is precisely why I never give out such promises relentlessly. Of course, there have been times where I've coincidentally or accidentally broken a promise, but the key point is that it's never been an intentional betrayal.

She held out her pinky finger. “Promise.” “If you break it, you get me a real sword dart,” she smiled as we locked pinkies. “Wait, princess. Those are dangerous,” I reasoned, and remembered the endless promises I’d broken even after sealing them with our pinkies. They always ended with me having to buy her something to make up for it. “Besides, I’ll be working from home for the rest of this week, then I’ll be coming home early from next week,” I promised. “Really?” She clapped and pulled me into a hug.

“You’re still going on about that?” “It’s a traumatic thing for a teenage boy.” “I promise I will show up,” Ruby said, holding out her pinky finger. Parker stared at her outstretched hand. “A pinky promise?” “The most solemn of oaths,” Ruby said, trying to stay serious. “All right,” Parker said, taking her pinky in his. “But if you break a pinky promise, I’m pretty sure hellfire and damnation await you.” “I guess I better show up then,” Ruby said, not able to fight a smile any longer. A car door slammed out front and Ruby reluctantly retracted her hand.

He helped me up, promised to foot the bills but on the condition that I become his wife. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I curled my hair behind my ears, It was no use crying now. The deed had been done. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I dug my fingers into the back of my jeans. My jaws dropped when I saw the notification, it was a credit alert. Henry Ford had wired the payment he promised into my account. ‘Was this real?’ I wondered as I felt relief sneak into my heart, relaxing the tightness I had initially been feeling.

I ask her seriously. Lai blinks her eyes in uncertainty. "I'm serious,Lai. You won't do it. Say it! Pinky promise me!" I say. Pinky promise is the absolute rule in our friendship. Break anything else, don't break the Pinky promise. And it all sounds like some cheap version of the werewolf law. I know. But it matters for both of us. "Okay. I pinky promise." She shows her pinky finger. "Good." I feel relief wash my heart.

Alana looked down while playing with her fingernails. William held the little girl's hand. "If you have made a promise, you must keep it. If you break it, it means you can't be trusted and will disappoint the person you made a promise to. God also doesn't like disobedient people." "Oh, I see?" Alana straightened her body while looking at William. "If I don't tell Uncle, am I sinning?" "Do not love." William smiled. "If you break your promise, you are sinning. Unless it is a big secret that is detrimental to other people."

“It’s a thing in America. We shake with our pinkies to prove that we promise.” “And what happens if you break a pinky promise?” His eyes lit up with amusement. “Your pinky gets cut off!” I joked. “Just kidding. Though I’m pretty sure my dad would cut a finger off for breaking a pinky swear with him.” “I would do the same. So if you value your pinky…” He paused and took it between his thumb and index finger. “It is a nice pinky. It would be a shame to have to cut it off.”

"I can't promise I won't get worried over you but I can promise I wouldn't act as I did again." I smiled, bringing up my pinky. He cocked an eyebrow at it. "When you make a promise you need to seal it with your pinky. It's something Freya and I always do. If you don't do it means your promise is not valid." I shook my little finger, urging him on. With a light chuckle, he wrapped his much larger finger around mines, sealing the promise. Our eyes locked and I gasped in surprise as he pulls me closer by my pinky to plant soft, lingering kisses on each of my knuckles.

"But you promised Nicole, a promise is a promise, or our twin bond will be broken, I won't ever forgive you," She threatened. That was what they had said, if one person failed to keep the promise their twin bond will be broken...

Liam narrowed his eyes. “Pinky swear?” I arched my brows. Was he referring to that pinky promise rhyme? “I can’t remember.” I gave an excuse. “Then repeat after me then. I’ll reach you.” His gaze didn’t falter. He was as stubborn as his mother. “Fine,” I responded. “Pinky, Pinky, swear, if I break it, I don’t care.” “Pinky, Pinky, swear, if I break it, I don’t care,” I repeated.