What Promise Did Sans Make Novels & Stories

"Promise me that no matter what happens, you won't stop fighting. You won't give up. You won't let her win." He lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "I promise."

His temper was still high. "I will not let any fucking human on the earth take her away from me," Sahir growled. Santorini stepped back. " Woah, you are forgetting you have given a word to us." " It was my father's words and I don't follow dead one's promises," Sahir snapped. "Sultan I am for a deal and if you kill me, my men will not leave you alive. Be true to your past promises. Work for me." Santorini said.

“Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?” The man looked at me with burning eyes, “You could do that? I will do whatever you want if you keep them safe. But you have to promise to keep the end of our deal or I swear--” “Win the fight then,” I said tapping his back. "Win this fight man. And just listen to my voice. You got this, man."

“What about the curse?” “You deal with it.” “How?” “You would know once you die.” “What if I didn’t wake...” “You would wake up, I know you will. We’ll be waiting for you. Zyair and all of us. You’ve to make use of this chance that was given to you. Fight it.” I stare at Creamy as he speaks, he took my hand and gave them a little squeeze. “And you made a promise to me. You remember telling me you always fulfill your promise.”

He smiled a knowing grin that made my blood run cold. "It matters not how you feel about the situation my dear. Per the agreement between your mother and King Elirond many moons ago you are in fact the property of the Kingdom of Astraea. You, Calliope Silverthorne, are the promised child to the crown." My breathe went still as I processed his words. "Clara made a trade, your life for her freedom and we have come to collect". What did he mean I was the promised child? Did he just say my mother sold me? Where the hell is Astraea? And why did he say my last name my silverthorne? None of this makes any sense. I was starting to lose focus, whether it be from the freezing cold box I was in or the

Nic chuckled. “So, what’s with him?” I wondered. “Is he also one of the many who’s come to complain about our dysfunctional family?” “No, it’s quite the opposite, actually.” “He gave us an offer!” Nic spoke in a suspiciously high-pitched tone. “He promised to help clear our name, and he plans on combining all of our forces!” For a second, the world stopped. “H-he did?” I gasped, wondering whatever we had done to receive this kindness. “Nic, that’s amazing!”

As they reached the entrance to the secure area, Sarah turned to Blaze, her eyes welling up with tears. He walked toward her and cupped her face. Blaze's voice cracked with emotion as he gazed at Sarah, his eyes pleading. "Promise me, Sarah. Promise me you'll only come back when you've achieved your dream. I don't want you to return until you're a successful doctor, until you've made a life for yourself outside of this city, outside of our world." Sarah's heart swelled with love and sadness as she nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I promise, Blaze. I'll make you proud; I'll make myself proud."

Her questions had affirmed his need to carry out the mission he had planned. He pressed her deeper into his body and spoke. " This time, there wont be anything illegal. I promise. I will be safe and will come back to you all pieces intact. What you can do for me is to take care of yourself. What I need from you is a promise that you will wait for me and that whatever happens, you will trust me. Do not let anything make you lose your faith in me. I promise to not disappoint you. Can you do that for me?"

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.'