You Make Me Promises Promises Novels & Stories

"Yes, I will tell you everything," Sticking out my pinkie finger, I extended it toward him. "Promise?" He looked at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are we really doing a pinkie promise? What are we, five-year-olds?" I persisted, undeterred by his teasing. "It doesn't matter how old we are. You need to make this promise and seal it." He looked at his injured hand encased in a bandage. "I can't seem to use my hand." "That's not a problem," I reassured him, rising from his side. Taking his free hand, I hooked my pinkie finger with his and sealed the pact with our thumbs. "Promises are meant to be kept."

I’ll never make daddy’s dream come true. ‘We’ll figure something out, I promise.’ My small fist struck his muscular chest. ‘You never keep your promises. Stop making them!’ He pulled us apart to cradle my face and levelled our gazes, as his thumbs wiped the dampness under my eyes. ‘Listen to me. I’m going to keep making promises to you because I’m gonna keep them.’ I hiccuped. ‘You won’t.’ More tears streamed down, heating my cheeks. ‘You’re gonna toss me aside when you feel something’s wrong….’

My short promise. …

he comments. I followed him to the door as he talked. I was grateful that he wasn't going to push me to stay here longer. It felt weird to have anyone new in my space, and my last meeting with a boy in my room left me feeling awkward. "Just promise me one thing," he turns and looks at me. His eyebrows crease together with concern, and I hold my breath, hoping I can keep this promise. "You don't go looking for her without me. It's dangerous, and like I said, being empathic isn't my only gift, Nora. I know you know where she is," he says firmly.

"I'm fine. Rain caught me off guard. Grab me a clean outfit." She slid her black card into the girl's hand and locked herself inside the nearest meeting room. The second the door shut, Bella crumbled. She thought those photos had numbed her. But seeing them in real life—Steven, Ada, and that kid playing happy family—ripped her wide open. Her sobs filled the room, raw and messy. She wanted to scream. How could he be the same guy who once promised forever and now raise a kid with someone else? A knock snapped her out of it.

"How would I know? Why bring her up now? Don’t tell me you still care about her. Have you forgotten what you promised me?" The photos flew, striking her face before scattering across the floor. "And did you keep your promises?" Adrian’s voice shook with rage. "You got everything you wanted—the Foster name, the Foster house—and then you showed your true face. How many times this month alone? Male strippers in the night! Do you know how much shame you’ve brought this family? "You knew Lauren was carrying my child, and you drugged her! You stopped me from saving her. You forbade the servants from giving her food. You killed my wife and my baby!"

"Why did I make that stupid promise?" The End.

"I promise" "I promise"