What Promise Did Sans Make Novels & Stories

Kaden proudly turned to the camera and said, “I’ve already earned 1.05% of the shares. I’m the hardest worker here. I unload shipments, serve food, clean, prep ingredients, and even clean the restrooms. “I work six extra hours every day and even agreed to take 2,000 dollars less in salary. A little sacrifice now is nothing compared to the shares I’ll earn at the end of the year. I might be young, but I think about the future.” Lindsey listened with a look of admiration, though inside, she was thrilled at what she was hearing. She could not believe that there was still someone naive enough to believe in their boss’s empty promises in this day and age.

Cassidy rushed her words in pure excitement as she jumped on her feet, turning around. "I'm captivated by our beauty." She finally said and Alexandra smiled. She was glad she wasn't the only one feeling the feverishness of her excitement. Today was a day in which promises would be rebounded, vows would be remade, promises would be established. This time around, she was so sure, that these promises would never be broken, theses vows would be destroyed. She was so sure. Liam would love her so much and she would do the same. No matter what the future held. She stood in front of him moments, a small smile on her face as he said his vows straight from his head without following the original ones

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."

“Can you promise me something?” “Anything.” “Can you promise me that you’ll call me so I can see Siena’s face every morning and every evening?” I requested. I trusted Christian to take care of Siena because he was a good dad. I did not question his abilities as a parent, but I could only enjoy my day if I knew Siena was fine. “I will,” Christian promised. “You’re not going away for a week, so I think you should relax—but I promise you, I will.”

His fingers are warm and confident, the way he grips a pen before he signs something irreversible. “This isn’t for them,” he says quietly. “This is for you.” The words should ease the tightness in my chest. They don’t. They rearrange it into something more complicated. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say. “I don’t,” he answers. We both know that’s not true anymore. The board brunch is a blur of names and teeth. They’re all there—the men who own pieces of the sky. Elias, smirking. Two others I recognize from G****e and the expressions of waiters who wish they were anywhere else.

Images appeared—snippets of Nathan’s early missions, encrypted communications, his reports… all addressed to the Board. And at the top of every file was a name she hadn’t seen before: Project Prometheus. She gasped. “Nathan… you knew?” The void snapped away. Reality returned with a blast of static. She stumbled back onto the rooftop, gasping for air. Nathan caught her, eyes wide. “Alina—what happened?” Her eyes filled with tears. “You lied to me.” Nathan froze. “What are you talking about?” “Project Prometheus,” she whispered, holding up the fragments. “You were never sent to destroy the Foundation. You were sent to take it over!”

“That I’ll chase this future and look back wondering what I lost in the process.” That confession softened something in me. “We don’t have a map,” I said. “And everyone keeps asking us to promise things we can’t guarantee.” He nodded. “Then maybe we don’t promise forever.” I looked at him sharply. “Maybe we promise honesty,” he continued. “And effort. And that if it stops working, we won’t lie about it just to avoid pain.” Tears burned behind my eyes not from sadness, but from relief. “I can do that,” I whispered.

What a bunch grumps and it’s a wedding. The vows are spoken clearly, without tremble. Rings exchanged. Applause follows. The coldest I have ever heard. It’s done. An alliance sealed in under twenty minutes. Just like that, her life belongs somewhere else. The after party in the evening has an entirely different vibe from the morning. It is louder, brighter and almost normal. Because now, apparently, everyone can relax. “Once the deal is sealed, no one would dare attack,” Giana explains as we enter the reception area. “Breaking peace after a wedding invokes a blood debt. No one wants that kind of war.”

Burying my face in my arm, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. “Let me help. Let me do something…please…” I shook my head. “Lo único que puedes hacer por mí es dejarme ir.” [The only thing you can do for me is to let me go.] His hand froze on my back, and I could feel it clench slightly. “No sé si puedo prometer eso.” [I don’t know if I can promise that.] Smiling and chuckling this time, I lifted my head up and looked back at the dancers twirling to the music.“No cumples las promesas de todos modos.” [You don’t keep promises anyways.]

Through the bond, trembling and present and entirely him: the absolute sincerity of someone who needed this promise kept more than they needed almost anything else. "I promise," Cassian said. Adrian died the next morning. Not the same morning — the morning after the promise. He slept through the night and Cassian sat beside him and held his hand and felt the bond change the way it had always been described, the way the records said it changed: not breaking, transforming, the frequency of it shifting into something different from what it had been and still recognizably present. He kept the promise. Not easily. Not without cost. But he had made it and it was his and he kept it the way he kept