Yesterday's Promise Novels & Stories

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

Poison knew that it was a promise she shouldn't make but all the same she nodded her head. " I promise, " she whispered, determined to keep this promise. Sweet girl leaned up to kiss her lover on the lips and in silent agreement had gone back to their room for another round of lovemaking, breakfast forgotten. Their lovemaking that morning had been bittersweet. It had felt as if they were trying to get into each other skin like this was going to be last time they will ever touch one another. When the evening came and the message arrived that the car that will convey Poison to the place for the hunt was downstairs she had extracted a promise from her lover not to follow. A promise that Sweet

My boyfriend, Marcus Reid, had hearing loss, so he often couldn’t make out what I said. I asked him to buy a skincare set, but he came home with two. "I must have heard you wrong again. I'll just give the extra one to Lauren." I asked him to buy a chocolate cake, but he came home with vanilla. "I heard you wrong. Lauren likes this flavor, l'll just give it to her." Later, I carefully designed our future home and asked him to buy a house for us in Southville. But on the day we were supposed to inspect the house, he drove us all the way to Northville instead. When he noticed that I hadn't said a word the entire time, he apologized, "I'm really sorry. I didn't hear you clearly. I thought you li

Not as a burden. As an invitation. And somewhere beyond memory, beyond the dream, beyond all the cycles that had once defined reality— a promise lingered. Not written in a book. Not protected by Pillars. Not guarded by ancient systems. A simple promise carried by ordinary people every day. The promise that no matter how difficult today became— someone, somewhere, would choose tomorrow. And as Ama walked toward the city, toward her friends, toward another ordinary evening— she felt something she hadn't felt in countless lifetimes.

Built in the garden of the house we bought together in San Francisco. Serena and Lucas are here. Clara and Derek. Sophie, who made me promise to get a prenup even though we’re not engaged yet. My mom, who cried when she met Ethan and heard the whole story. My uncle James, who grilled Ethan for an hour before grudgingly admitting he was “acceptable.” It’s not a wedding. It’s a promise ceremony. A commitment to keep choosing each other, to keep being honest, to keep building something real. “Years ago,” Ethan says, holding my hands, “I promised to find you. And I did. Today, I’m making a new promise. To see you, to choose you, to love you for exactly who you are. No secrets. No lies. Just us.”

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

there's silence on the other end, “If you need anything, you can call me.” “I know, and I appreciate it” Another silence, maybe for the moment I'm living, maybe for the day before. There is a strange air between us. "Promise you'll call?" he insists, "I don't want what happened yesterday at the ice cream parlor to get in the way of our friendship." I get a strange feeling when he brings it up. I think about what I'm going to say before I answer. “I promise”, my voice comes out lower and more timid than I could have imagined, “About yesterday, those things Geane said, are things in her head.

“Baby, just trust me. I promise, I'll let you in on what I'm doing tomorrow. Just give me a day, and I promise to tell you everything. I won't keep it from you, I promise.” I raised a doubtful brow. He removed his hand from my jaw and lifted two fingers of his right hand. “I promise, on my late mother's grave, I will never lie to you. Tomorrow, I will tell you everything. I'll answer all your questions.” The rawness in his voice and the truth in his eyes made me nod. It seemed I had pushed him harder, and he was now desperate to regain his place in my eyes. “Okay. Tomorrow it is. I'll hold you to your promise. Remember, your last chance to prove yourself to me is tomorrow. Don't flop that up

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

] The timestamp read [March 29, 3:47 PM. Five days ago. His mind, which had been racing moments ago, suddenly froze. He stared at the message, his gaze shifting between the date and the contact name at the top of the screen. It read "Valerie," accompanied by a muted notification icon—both details he had set himself. This was undeniably Valerie’s account. And yet, something felt fundamentally wrong. Why would she abruptly ask for a breakup without any warning? Was she upset? Was it some sort of prank?