What Is Pinky Promise Novels & Stories

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. * * *

she whispers. "Yeah," I say. "But… you might have to teach me how to be one." She lets out a breathy laugh. "Me neither." I lift my pinky. "I promise to be your friend forever." She stares and then laughs. "A pinky promise? Really?" I nod with my face as seriously as ever. "It’s the most sacred of promises." She shakes her head but links her pinky with mine. I smile. So does she. We wait in silence for a bit before backup arrives. As they carry the elder rogue away, I took a look at my hand and saw black smoke threading it's way across my palm and everything in me stops.

What was something that I could offer him that would be an irresistible bargain? “If you tell me the answers to the other questions that you mentioned, I won’t knee you in the balls again. Pinkie promise. If I break the promise, you get to break my pinkie,” I offered with my pinkie in the air. The happiness that passed over his face at the promise of never kneeing him in the balls was very comical, so he took the deal without hesitation. Having a sexy military guy taking a pinkie promise from a 5’6 girl was something that should be written in the history books. One day, these adventures would be written down because my life had become one shitstorm of crazy. It would make for a great non-fic

He was making me feel tingly from inside. ‘’As long as it’s not ice cream. I will give everything to you. You just have to come back fast.’’ I said forwarding my pinky finger in front sealing the promise while he entangled my finger with his bog pinky finger looking at me with some weird but loved-filled eyes. ‘’Never forget the promise you made.’’ He said. ‘’’ Never ever,’’ I replied knowing that I will keep my promise on all conditions.

Anthea gave her words, making her grin. “Pinky promise?” Nevaeh asked as she held her small pinky towards Anthea, surprising her. The way she was looking at her, holding her pinky to seal the promise, was exactly the way she too did it. It was a habit that she developed while growing up. Her every promise had to be sealed with pinky fingers; otherwise, it wouldn't be a promise. Anthea drew a deep breath before forcing a smile while nodding her head. “Pinky promise.” Anthea sealed her pinky fingers with Nevaeh’s small ones. Her heart surged with a sudden source of happiness and bitterness at the same time.

He said assuring her. "Pinky Promise?" She asked showing her small pinky finger to him. He looked at her. "What's that?" He asked raising his brow. "Pink promise means you can't break your promise. Or your nose will turn pink." She said and his lips again twitched at her illogical words. "Yes. Pinky promise." He said. But she tangled her small pink finger with his and let it stay there. Her breathing slowed within minutes, soft and even. Zavier stared ahead at the city lights beyond the glass. A child slept beside him.

Not forgetting the importance of this deal maker between us for an age of time. “Pinkie promise is pretty much the most unbreakable bond known to man.” He smiles, that unguarded Hollywood special that he reserves for rare occasions and dazzles all the doubt left from within me away. All signs of anger dissipate between us and just two young kids, like we always were, stand in the dark making pacts. We have done this a million times before, but never with the weight of this particular promise, and never in connection to something so especially important.

Adam nodded in acknowledgment, "I'll be there on time, young man." Noah then extended his little finger, a gesture of trust and friendship. "Pinky promise?" he asked with earnestness in his eyes. Adam didn't hesitate for a moment. He intertwined his pinky finger with Noah's, sealing their promise. "Pinky promise," he repeated with a genuine smile, touched by the innocence and sincerity of the young boy before him.

Estella's face lit up at the mention of the sacred pact, her pout forming as she outstretched her index finger, an irresistible tactic she knew all too well. Sneaky little thief! She knew exactly what she was doing, using the power of a pinky promise to seal the deal. My eyes met Nicklaus's, and there was a shared understanding, a silent conversation passing between us. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that had surrounded us, this moment offered a glimmer of hope, a chance to bring light into the darkness we had experienced. "Pinky promise," Nicklaus replied, his voice filled with sincerity, as he wrapped his larger fingers around Estella's tiny hand, their pinkies entwined.

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.