Promise Stories

"වලව්ව අස්සෙ ලෝකෙම දැකපු මට කොළඹ අහස යට තව්තිසාව මවපු උඹට ආදරෙන් !! " #gxb #nonfic #straight #sinhala #chemishin12 2025.08.30

She saves lives, he takes them 🩸. One fight, one secret, one night-and suddenly the doctor and the mafia boss are tangled in a game neither can escape ♟️. Characters: FL - Seraphina "Sera" Moretti Mafia boss's daughter, rebellious, left mafia life. Skilled doctor + secret martial artist. Witty, sarcastic, fearless, strong sense of justice. ML - Luca DeLuca The current young mafia boss - calm, calculating, and intimidating. Doesn't confess feelings easily. Protective but struggles with letting his emotions show. FL's Father - Don Vincenzo Moretti Senior mafia boss, fiercely protective of his daughter. ML's Father - Don Rocco DeLuca Senior mafia boss Subordinates / Supporting Characters Mafia bodyguards, hospital staff, fight club challengers, minor enemies.

Opposites attract... but love isn't always enough. Two souls collide in the busiest years of their lives, the girl who doesn't believe in love... and the boy who turns her into a masterpiece. Serena Valez is strong, independent, and perfectly capable of guarding her heart. Caspian Santelle is patient, warm, and quietly persistent. When their worlds meet over art, late-night conversations, and stolen glances, will their differences keep them apart... or finally bring them together?

Previously known as, The Promise. ⭐⭐⭐Blurb ⭐⭐⭐ Some promises are like sand in our hands. No matter how much we try to hold on to them, they slip down our fingers. ©Elif Hoorain ******************************************** She is talented, witty and bold. Her mind is a hive of words ready to write a great story. Her life revolves around her promise to her late father that she will become a famous writer. She believes in love but she thinks that love is a promise not everyone can keep. But her thinking is changed when he enters in her life. Giving boost to her dreams, sticking by her through thick and thin. Making her believe in the Promise of love, will he be able to keep his promise of staying with her forever or will the fate turn the tables? _________________________________________ Get ready to dive in a story which will give you: - A glimpse of reality. - An effect of drama. - A dose of emotional ecstasy. If you are ready for an emotional Rollercoaster, you never will forget then what are you waiting for, click on the story. Thank you. Happy reading. ♥️ --cover made by me @ElifHoorainstories ---------------------------- Author's Note: The story belongs to me and only me, do not dare to steal it. Plagiarism is not allowed.~Elif Hoorain ****************************** (First draft: unedited)

They had known of each other since childhood, though barely-just fleeting glances at the corridors and passing words at family gatherings. She was reserved, graceful, carrying her family's legacy with effortless grace, a future heir of the dreams she never choose but accepted with dignity. He chose the world of business, building his own path instead of the responsibilities, he didn't wanted to accept. Their families moved in circles of politics, power and influence, where every gesture, every words were mattered. Years passed, and those passing glance became thoughts he could not ignore. He admired her from afar, the way she moved with grace, the way her presence commanded attention without a word. And one day, after much hesitation and courage he finally asked for her hand "Humein aap pasand hain, Zara. Kya aap hamse shaadi krne ke liye raazi hain?" ______________________________________________ She met his eyes with calm composure, a soft, reserved smile, and said, "Humein aap pasand hai... par papa ki ijaazat bhi zarooori hai." In that single line, tradition and longing intertwined. And quietly, their journey of love began.

Wachan, sequel of Bajaj brothers. Excerpt "He didn't cry when our mother died." Karan added. Her heart sank at his sudden blunt words. She took a deep breath and stared at him to continue further but when he didn't speak, she tried. "W-Why not?" He shrugged. "It's okay. Sometimes, our emotions become too overwhelming to even feel them." She whispered. Karan's dry laugh echoed. "No, you're not getting it, Deva." "Huh?" She waited impatiently for him to answer but when he didn't, she pressed further. "What am I not getting, Karan?" "He left us." "Who?" She asked. "Cheeku?" "My elder brother. He left us to die Deva.." He replied. "He left when our own mother was hospitalised, he left me and my dying Mumma for him. He chose for him. He left her own mother to die Deva and for whom he left, he wasn't our real brother. We shared the same father and.why? Why should I be the one to become considerate and act like fuc..." Karan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then pushed everything off the table.

When love feels like the truth, but every truth feels like a lie. The closer I held it, the more it slipped away. Between past wounds, and the painful present, what will become of us? - "You?" I breathed out

A single wave on a screen turned into love. From a Wave to Goodbye is a deeply personal story about two strangers brought together by chance, separated by distance, and tested by time. What begins as an accidental connection grows into a love filled with laughter, late-night calls, shared dreams, and promises that once felt unbreakable. But love across oceans is never simple. Time zones become walls, silence becomes louder than words, and grief finds its way into the spaces where hope once lived. As distance reshapes the relationship, the story unfolds into one of heartbreak, loss, and the painful reality of letting go. This is not a story about perfect love or happy endings. It is a story about almost - about the kind of love that changes you, even if it doesn't stay. A story about holding on, breaking apart, and learning how to grow after goodbye. For anyone who has loved deeply, waited patiently, and learned that sometimes the most meaningful love stories don't end with forever - they end with becoming.

"Promise me something?" "Anything." "Promise me you wont turn evil again." "I wont make promises I cant keep." "Then promise me you'll always love me." "I promise." ~ Night's Assassin, Mistress of Evil, Daughter of the Dark Lord. Those are all the names 15 year old Tasha Garmadon has earned herself. Since she was 8 years old, she has lived in the Underworld with her banished father, Lord Garmadon. She was raised to be evil, taught to believe she would become the most powerful being in the world once she unlocked her true potential, indoctrinated to be the future ruler of Ninjago. But what if her father was wrong? What if she was not the most powerful? What if she was only half of a greater force? What if she was meant to be good? These questions will be answered, but not before she falls in love. *I only own Tasha and her backstory/subplots *The character's as well as main plot belong to the creators of Ninjago Highest Rankings: #1 in Good vs Evil #1 in Zane #1 in Nya #1 in Ninjago Fanfiction #1 in Sensei Wu #1 in Lord Garmadon #1 in Kai x Reader #1 in Ninjago #1 in Lloyd #1 in Kai #2 in Lloyd Garmadon #1 in Cole #5 in Jay #1 in Ninja #10 in Daughter #1 in Lloyd Sister

"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems

*The CEO and His Luna* Selene Kailene Ashbourne, a 22 year old, innocent, smart, kind-hearted and joyful girl applied at the biggest company in New York, Blackwood Enterprises Inc. The company's CEO, Adrian Magnus Blackwood, is a 22 year old, tall, handsome, rude and brooding CEO. One glare from him would shut you up immediately, and he values professionalism more than anything. But, there's one thing the world doesn't know about Adrian. His Luna. Fifteen years ago, he met a stunning little girl, the same age as him, they bonded together with candies, stuff toys and chased each other around the school, but Adrian had to go overseas to study, but before he left, he made a promise - A promise to marry that girl he loved with all his heart. And fast forward to the present - he never forgot. He still kept the letter she wrote him, and the picture he took with her when they we're kids. But the heartbreaking truth is, the girl doesn't remember her anymore. And that - is Selene. But as the opportunity to get closer to her came, he grasped onto it tightly, willing to make her remember, that she once had his Addie, and he once had his Luna. •SYNOPSIS• "Why are you here, sir?" I asked softly, gazing at the bright stars. He didn't respond, just stared at me with the same unreadable expression. "You don't remember me?" He whispered. I furrowed my brows, shaking my head in confusion, although I couldn't deny that his touch and his eyes felt oddly familiar. He sighed, and it sounded.. pained. He handed me a picture. And it was me, probably twelve years younger, and a boy beside me. "That's me, Luna." He whispered, and I froze. He took my hands in his, "I know you don't remember yet, but I promise, I'll make you remember, and I'll fulfill the promise I once whispered to you under the moonlight twelve years ago, my Luna." He murmured, kissing my hand. He stood up, and walked away, leaving me speechless and shocked.

Taaj bhi jhuk jaata hai un rishto ke aage, jo kismat ne khoon se nahi... aansuo se likha ho. ⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡ "This is not just a story... it's a tale of six souls tied by destiny in the most unexpected ways. Some ran from love, some worshipped it, and some broke under its weight. In a world where responsibility comes before desire, their hearts learned the hardest truth that the deepest bonds are the ones we never speak about... the ones that stay unspoken, yet unforgettable." Welcome to The Unspoken Rishta where loyalty is tested, love is dangerous and every relationship asked "Is love enough?"

"Leave me fucking alone." He leaned forward even when there was already too little gap between us and whispered in my ears. "That's where you're wrong love. I'm the shadow you can never get rid of. Not in this lifetime, at least." Trope - academic rivals to lovers

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

[ON-GOING] Lyra Ortheia, arrives at a new school famed for its beauty, secrecy, and a hint of danger. Intrigued by the school's rumored name, she's eager to learn why the school bears its peculiar labeled name and what histories lurk behind its elegant walls. Her curiosity leads her to an enigmatic student- a striking, elusive boy wearing a bandana on his forehead becomes the object of many glances- and her own. When their paths finally cross, the thrill of the unknown becomes personal, drawing them into a shared journey through secrets and self-discovery.

He was the calm she never understood, and the storm she couldn't walk away from. "You didn't ask for my heart... but somehow, it found its way to you." - Roohi Roohi had once painted love in colors of forever, until heartbreak turned her dreams into quiet greys. But her buried feelings emerge out when she comes across the boy with quiet charm who feels like home "You called me home without ever saying it out loud." - Aarav Aarav doesn't believe in perfect endings-just scars hidden behind smiles. But when Roohi walks in, something begins to shift-slow, quiet, undeniable and even silence begins to feel like something worth staying for. A story about falling in love, experiencing heartbreak, and having the courage to find love again. Two hearts scarred by the past. One friendship that feels too right. And a love that was never promised - yet refuses to fade. ✨ A slow-burn story of healing, heartbreak, and the kind of love that finds you when you least expect it. #healing #college #romance #friendstolovers #slowburn #indianromance #emotionalfiction Jump in to walk along the journey of Roohi and Aarav's Happily ever after...or their heartbreak

His path was never meant to be that of a knight in shining armor. Yet, bound by a dying vow and the chains of filial duty, he is forced to don the armor for a woman who shatters every ideal he ever held. She is not the bride of his dreams, but a challenge written in the stars-a living contradiction who ignites a firestorm of resentment and unwelcome desire. Now, on a journey neither asked for, he must confront the most perilous quest of all: a battle between his steadfast pride and the unexpected whispers of his own heart. Can a promise forged in obligation ever transform into a love written in destiny?

If Samarielle-Amandine Marjolaine d'Orléans has to describe her life in two words, she'd use antonyms. Extravagant and bored. Extravagantly utterly and totally bored. That is, until he happened. Alain. The man bore no last name. And yet she was completely and utterly enthralled by this boy in every possible way. OR: a loosely inspired Hadestown romance that was doomed from the start.

A story of Illianna Madeleine Gonzales-Martinez and Jarren Theodore Martinez.

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.