Whispered Promises Novels & Stories

I whispered, the promise that had been made years ago still echoing in my heart. --- T H E E N D ---

Sophia screamed and clapped with everyone. She felt awkward with all of their cheers and simply smiled back, noticing that Kurt's gaze was only on her, then the priest said, “Do you Kurt, take Annika to be your wife, and promise to be faithful to her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?” “..I do..” Kurt said as he smiled while he looked at Annika softly and tears even built in his eyes.

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

By the time I woke up, three billion dollars had already been deposited into my bank account. With the money in hand, I immediately booked the most luxurious private club in Glenford. I got a haircut and indulged in a full-body spa. The haggard man with graying temples in the mirror was gone, replaced by a young man with striking red hair and sharp eyes. I had just finished changing when my close friend, Frank Roth, called me. "Sebastian! What happened between you and Clara? Are you out of your mind? The whole world has gone crazy!" he shouted the moment the call connected.

He k‌issed me ag⁠ain, slowe‌r this time, lip⁠s lingering‌ as if memoriz⁠ing the moment. When we parted, I whispered,‌ “You said t‌his morning that w‍e make promises with⁠out realizing i⁠t. Maybe tonight w‍e made another one.” He brushed his thumb a‍cross m‍y lower lip. “Which one?” “That no matter how loud it g⁠ets out there, we’ll keep fin‌ding the q‍ui⁠et in here.” His gaze softened‌. “Then cons⁠ider it‌ kept.”

Gloss POV “Then promise you’ll stay,” he whispered. The words did not leave the air immediately. They lingered between us, warm and fragile, like something that could either take root or shatter depending on how I handled it. I did not pull away. I did not laugh. I did not deflect. I held his gaze, steady, unblinking. “I promise,” I said softly. The relief in his expression was not dramatic, it was not loud, but it was profound. His shoulders lowered slightly, the tension in his jaw easing as if a silent calculation had finally resolved in his favor.

"Remember when you asked me in Finholm what I wished for? I wished for your dreams to come true, and to see you bounce back!" Jace liked gentle and compliant women, so I hid my sharp edges. Little did I know that as I forced myself to fit into those shoes, I was wounding my own heart. My dreams and wishes became luxuries I no longer dared to want. But now, Clement said he liked my genuine self. I couldn't help but feel bashful. … After I started following my dream again, Dad kept saying he wanted to retire every day. "My daughter is the best there is! I want to travel with your mom, so I'll leave the company in your hands."

“Our victory to burn toward.” She exhaled against my mouth, barely a breath, barely a whisper: “And our ending to write.” I kissed her then. Slow. Fatal. Foundational. A vow without language. Because some promises aren’t spoken. They’re survived.

She grins, “Again, with the promises.”

His eyes softened instantly at the sight of my tears, one lone droplet sliding silently down my cheek. I swallowed hard, my voice cracking with emotion. “Promise me…” I whispered, clutching my belly as if holding onto the last thread of hope, “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”