You Make Me Promises Promises Novels & Stories

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

“But a promise is a promise…you don’t make it if you can’t keep it. So, I will punish you…by f*cking you until you’re crying again.” |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

"Don't say it like that." I swallowed, my throat tight. "I'm not going to make promises I can't keep." "Then don't make promises." He turned to face me, his amber eyes burning with intensity. "Just promise me this. Promise me you'll fight. Promise me you won't give up. Promise me you'll come back." I stared at him, my heart pounding. "I promise." He leaned forward, his forehead resting against mine. "I'll hold you to that." --- The night was cold and still, the stars scattered across the sky like diamonds. I lay on the hard ground, staring up at them, my mind racing.

But I know that she shall always have fears no matter what I promise her. And it those very fears that make her looks deep into my eyes. I know there is a concern, and I pray that it is something that I can promise, something I can give. Then as she asks, I find myself grind my teeth. "Lucas, promise me that you will never leave me." "Baby doll, I am never going to leave you again, I promise."

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.]

“Dante, I know we’ll do what Dario wants you to do. But if we go to my house, promise me that you won’t leave me there.” He slapped his fist against his chest. “You have my sworn promise.” Swallowing, I nodded. “I trust you.”

I'd jumped up to give him a big hug, giggling in his ear: "Meeting you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me." He'd hugged me back so tight I could barely breathe. "Meeting you was my blessing. I promise I'll make lots of money in the future and make you the happiest person alive!" Now I walked aimlessly through the snow, thinking how ridiculous those sweet memories and promises seemed. He had plenty of money now, but instead of keeping his promise, he'd transferred all that affection to his mistress.

I couldn't see his expression since I was deep down into my memory lane to notice his tender gaze. "You know, we'd promised each other that we'd marry when we were old. It might sound silly for you but I'd actually held onto that promise for the most part of my life." I smiled ruefully, feeling that familiar ache burn in my chest that came everytime I thought of him. What I didn't tell Adrian was that some part of me was still holding onto that promise, and some part of me was still upset that I broke the other promise. That often left me confused because I liked Adrian kissing me. I scolded myself for thinking like a wanton woman and shook off my thoughts. For a moment, I wondered if he sti

“You still there?” “Yeah.” She sighed disgruntled by my choice. “I just don’t want you to waste one of the best times of your life.” “I’m not Becca. I promise. And when we graduate and I move out west to be with you then I’ll let you play matchmaker for me, deal?” “Do you promise?” she asked questionably. And as much as I wanted to take back my offer I knew if I was ever going to let her drop this I couldn’t.

That man came to me for nothing, even when I tried to concentrate. “Little brother... Little brother... I wake up, returning to earth and look at my little one. —Thinking about what? I stop for a few seconds, confused, not knowing what to say. “Thinking about the next piece we're going to add glitter to. “Oh, I know... You've been walking on the moon since yesterday... “Of course not, sister. “Come on, yesterday we watched an animation and you spent most of the time distracted. “Ah, forgive me, my love. “I hug her and give her a kiss; she is my treasure. “I promise I'll pay more attention.