You Make Me Promises Promises Novels & Stories

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.'

I stop and bite my bottom lip when I can't come up with anything else to say. "Did I do that? Well, the foolish thing you did was believing those lies..." "I never knew they were lies. To me, you were being sincere. I saw it in your eyes, you looked so serious when you said those words to me... How could you have done this to me? Is this the promise you made to me?" I scoff as I stagger back, but I try to hold myself together.

“Here, wrap your pinky around mine. “Maddie instructs. “That’s it. And now we shake.“ “What is this for exactly?“ “The idea is that if you break the promise, you break your pinky.“ Maddie informs me. “Hence, pinky promise.” It breaks? I look up at her at the violent idea. It’s surprising to hear. “Does it? “ I’m not even questioning how it does- maybe magic? “I’ve never broken a promise, and my pinky’s still okay. So probably. “Maddie smiles. “Here, “Maddie holds her finger with mine, and we shake. “Now it’s a promise. I will do all I can to get you away from that dreadful Mykhol. “

The terms of our heartbreak. "I promise to be the best dad I can be, however James wants. I promise to build a good life. And I promise…" I stopped. "Promise what?" "I promise that if James makes you happier than I do, I'll let you go completely. No guilt, no waiting around." She stepped closer. "Then I promise you the same. If thirteen years changes us too much, I'll let you go too." We stood there, making promises that felt like vows and goodbyes.

For fear that he would slip right off, “They are here, okay? Help is here already; you will be fine” “Pro-promise me…” he breathed slowly, weakly holding my gaze. “Promise me, that you will stay safe, no matter what. That you will happy, no matter what… promise me.” “No,” I disagreed, not wanting to entertain the thoughts raging in me. “I will be fine, because you will be here. No need to make any promises,” “Pr-promise me!” he groaned out, his tone wanting to be firmer as pains from that little movement coursed through him. “Promise me…”

“What? You did not clarify which promise you were referring to. I have made a lot of them to you, you know.” “I meant your promise to take me to the party tonight and help me start to make some new friends.” “Oh, that one. Of all the promises to hold me to, that is the one you want me to keep? That is so boring! Can’t you at least consider my promise to f---" “Brady Hyder!” He chuckled and held out his hand. “Come on, my lady. We have a party to get you to.” .

he raised his right hand then kiss me. How would I make a promise to him directly?? I can only make a promise to myself to love him till I died.

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….’

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.