What Is Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

Even when sleeping, he couldn't dream of such a good thing happening to him. Ryder smiled at Jake and then as if to assure him, she extended her pinky finger at him. "I pinky promise." Stunned, Jake stared at her hand, recalling how soft and warm her touch was last night, and couldn't help but blush again. He wanted to hold her hand. "You know what a pinky promise means, don't you?" Jake said, his voice a bit hoarse. "It means that if I break my promise, you can cut off my pinky finger," Ryder said seriously.

Miles hesitates, then says in a tearful little voice, “With a cherry on top?” My heart tightens at our code phrase. Once, when Miles was a little younger, he asked me to ‘pinky promise with a cherry on top’. It was an accidental combination of the phrases ‘pinky promise’ and ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’, but it stuck. And now we say it every time we want to make sure that the other is telling the whole truth. But honestly, I’m not sure if I can say it. Because I’m not telling the whole truth.

I faced him, leaning on the headboard with my hands crossed on my chest. “Hmm, what's that?” The glee never leaves his face. I think he would be the first and the right person to share my rash decisions with, he was going to be the least person giving it too much thought and also the least to judge as well. “Promise you wouldn't tell anyone.” “Pinky promise.” He stuck his pinky finger and I reached for it, linking mine with it, "Pinky promise." “Okay, here we go.” I rubbed my palms together, girding him for the incoming rash decision I took before he got in here. His eyes moved from my hands to my face, “Tell me, Rose.”

“Let’s promise each other that we will use the uprising to stop your marriage and make ours possible. And if the uprising doesn’t work out, we’ll promise each other today that we’d rather die together than marry someone other than each other.” “I promise.” I said holding out my pinkie. He suddenly left my hair to fall over my shoulders. “I promise too.” He said and crossed his fingers before me. We laughed. “What’s this?” He asked me. “I don’t know, I think this is how we promise where I come from.” “Okay, let’s do it your way.” He said holding out his pinkie too. “So just like this?” I hooked my pinkie with his and we smiled. “It’s a promise then.” He said smiling down at me.

Despite the frustration that flashed in her eyes, Pixie simply nodded and held up a balled up hand with only her pinky sticking out. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it. "Pink promise." Pixie explained. "You lock your pinky with mine and then we shake." "Oh." Feeling annoyed by having to have something explained to me by a child, I did as she said, and we shook. Satisfied that our promise was set in stone, Pixie dropped her hand and scurried back to where Lindsey stood watching.

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.

she smiled shyly, extending her pinky finger. "I promise... you will forever be my mate," I smiled, crossing our pinky fingers... "it's a promise, alphas don't break promises," I smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead. And so, with our pinky fingers entwined, we sealed our commitment, vowing eternal love to each other, knowing that nothing in the world could ever separate us. It was a pinky promise, but it carried the weight of an eternity of love and loyalty above all else. I held her tightly and took in her sweet scent once more; this was one of the last times I saw her in person. Flashback Off

“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."

His muscles stiffened against my body and he pinched his lips together. “You promised,” I reminded him. With a resigned sigh, he sat up and crossed his arms in front of him. “I promised,” he echoed my words in surrender. He met my eyes, and with a serious tone, asked, “And I can trust you’ll never tell a soul?” “Never! I pinky swear!” I put out my pinky for him. He looked at me like I had three heads. Then I realized he probably didn’t know what that was. “It’s a thing in America. We shake with our pinkies to prove that we promise.”

“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.