What Is Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

"What is pinky swear?" "Pinky swear is like a promise, something you stick to, even in future and present". I said. "But now is the future, so what do you say". I said as I stretched my pinky finger out. "I promise my lady, I will be back". Keya said. "We will have to cross our fingers together". I said and she brought out her pinky finger. She was confused about what to do as she watched me cross our fingers together. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon". I reassured.

She can't be sad or upset on this day. That girl chose a great time to ask me for something. I can't even refuse her. "I promise." Those two words. Those two words left my mouth, seemed so insignificant, of nothing much importance, as a formality. But I knew, my heart knew, it was far from that. Taking my little finger, we did a pinky promise. What? Don't laugh, okay? I'm not a kid, it's the only promise I trust and abide by. I initially thought of not following with the promise I just made.

Ruby offered her pinky to him with a warm and gentle smile. "What's that? What am I supposed to do to it?" he asked, raising a brow at the gesture. "It's a pinky swear. You wrap your finger with mine then we swear to be friends forever. It may look childish and corny but it means that our words are sincere and our promise is eternal." Ruby explained as pink dusted her cheeks. Aurelius' eyes filled with wonder and they sparkled with light due to the information. He happily wrapped his pinky with hers and looked at her with a childish smile.

“Promise you’ll buy the dress?” I rolled my eyes and shifted the dress to free my left hand. I held my index finger out to him. His eyes went from my finger to my eyes. This was our version of a pinky promise. Wren was the one who came up with it when we were juniors in high school. He smiled at me as he pressed the tip of his index finger to mine. “I promise,” I said with a smile. “Now would you get out of here!”

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."

I looked at him with a tear-stricken face and saw that he was also on the verge of tears. “Alright, I can’t bear seeing you like this.” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to explain everything to you, but can you promise that you’ll also explain your situation to me?” He held out his pinky for me. A pinky promise? Just like the one we did when I was young. I hooked my pinky finger onto his and said, “Okay, pinky promise.” “Who’s going to start?” He asked. “I want you to start,” I responded.

Both little girls follow my hand, their gaze meeting to where I'm pointing. “Come on, I'll take you to him.” I tell her, hoping she will come with me minus the doubts she's having. She looks to her father and back to me, I sigh, holding my pinky finger out for her. “I promise I'm not going to hurt you, pinky promise.” I say, I don't know why I think saying pinky promises will work on her but I try it either way. When I was a kid, the pinky promise was one of the most important promises, it was like swearing in blood which Talitha and I did most times but the pinky promise is just as effective.

“It’s like a promise. I promise not to run away if you promise not to hurt me too.” Mizuko saw how the corner of the man’s mouth lift up. Suddenly he raised his hand mid-air and raised his pinky. It made her brows draw together. “Are you serious? A pinky promise is a kid’s thing.” “It’s how we seal a promise,” he replied. Mizuko slowly raised her hand and when she was about to intertwine her pinky with his, she suddenly had a flashback of someone. It made her eyes wide, hearing a voice that she should never make a promise with a demon.

"All right, for the sake of our sanity... we’re going to abstain from drinking." Dane lifts her hand and raises her pinky finger. Is this bitch fucking serious? I laughed a little as I shook my head. “Daniella.” Was my only warning. “DO IT!” And there it is, the ever so classy pinky-promise. It makes me feel like a child again. Like the old times, this pinky finger holds our binding promise to each other. “Look at me.” "What?" Was my short answer. "I have a question for you."

“Dante, I know we’ll do what Dario wants you to do. But if we go to my house, promise me that you won’t leave me there.” He slapped his fist against his chest. “You have my sworn promise.” Swallowing, I nodded. “I trust you.”