What Happens When You Break A Pinky Promise นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I relented. “Pinky promise,” Rachael clarified, eyeing me down with her pinky extended. I sighed, giving her my pinky. Years later and pinky promises were still the epitome of our trust. If I broke a pinky promise then Rachael would get to break my pinky finger. Still, I couldn’t help but think that a broken finger was better than a broken heart. * * *

Then, she wrapped hers around it. “Mommy calls it a pinky promise. And you can't break a pinky promise dad. It's a bad thing and if you break your promise,” She leaned in to whisper and I held back from breaking Into a smile as I tilted my head down to her face. “your pinky finger will disappear forever." Chuckling, I leaned back. “Really now? I didn't know.” She seemingly looked proud of herself as she vigorously nodded. “I don't want you to loose your pinky dad. So you have to let me eat ice cream.”

Because Marie had to leave at that time, and in order to conclude their talk and her beautiful bond with Jean, Marie requested, “Jean, promise me that when we both grow up and get a job, we will meet each other. Promise me that you will stay in touch with me; you have my email and my phone number as well. Promise me that you will keep our friendship a secret, and you will not let any other girl become your best friend.” With a very heavy voice and a little positivity in her mind with the hope of meeting her first love again in life after a couple of years, Jean replied, “Pinky Promise!”

She said, " There are a few rules you need to follow if you betrayal, Hurt him, or cheat on him in any way. You will be sent back to hades do you agree?" the light said, '' There will be many people who want to break you apart but don't let them.'' the light said, '' There something you should know my son may look like a monster but, he is very gentle. He has never grown up to know the evil thoughts about people. You must beware of people that may try to hurt you.'' Sode said,

I look at this man, and his eyes glitter with all the truth that I will ever need, and in this moment I believe him. I believe that he will love this broken woman, that he will care for this broken woman, that his heart will only beat for this broken woman, and if one day this man breaks this tiny broken heart, maybe then, I will be happy enough to die happily. "You promise?" I hold out my pinkie and he gladly takes it with a smile. "I pinkie swear," he seals it. "Now, can I see the list?" I hand it over to him and he browses over it. After looking at it for a while, he looks at me and asks, "Are you finished with it?"

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

And I- 'That's so bitter Craig, not all people were the same.' The guy beside me stated with a cheeky smile flustered on his face. My palms instantly fisted at the sight of him. Yukii, stop that. 'Nahh, what for? I'm right anyway, it's not like everyone is the same right? Besides, there are two types of promises. The real and meant one and the real but must be broken one. Either way, promises were made because it's meant and intended to be done but against this world, breaking such thing is inevitable.'

A promise he broke. Vincent sighed and looked outside to where Alice and Simon seemed to be still talking. Simon was showing Alice something on his phone, and she laughed again. His face narrowed as he placed his hand on his hips with tensing shoulders. He wanted to punch Simon’s face. As Vincent stared intensely, his thoughts went back to when he made the promise to be with her. They would be together according to his promise. He didn't know what he was thinking, making such a pointless promise because he would not keep that promise. He broke it and hoped he would fix his mistake, but he was too late. Alice was moving on, and it was right in front of his eyes.

Although his expression smoothed over quickly, I had already seen that flicker, and it was enough to drop my heart into a pit. If this had been before, I would have melted into his arms, grateful beyond measure. However, now I could only force a smile and take two steps back. In the process, I knocked over a vase. It shattered across the floor. We both froze. That vase had been something we’d constructed together, and our initials were carved into the base.

She was securing her future with the most sacred of childhood contracts. He extended his own pinky—large and rough compared to her tiny one—and wrapped it around hers. Their fingers locked together, a seal of honor. "Pinky promise," he said solemnly. Only then did Kiara's skeptical expression melt away. A wide, genuine smile returned to her face, and she nodded once in satisfaction. "You aren't allowed to break our pinky swear!" she warned, her voice serious despite her grin. "If you break it, you have to eat a whole jar of pickles. That's the rule."