Pinky Swears Novels & Stories

I said quietly, and she gave me a funny look. "You're thinking about it." She said knowingly. I shook my head, trying to play it cool. "I was caught up in the moment, it didn't mean anything. I promise, it will never happen again." She stuck her pinky out towards me. I studied her face as she waited for me to pinky swear. I nodded my head softly and linked our fingers. "Okay, as long as you swear." I said, and released her grip.

“Are you sure? You’re not going to leave me?” “Yes. What shall I do to make you believe me?” “Do a pinky promise,” I said, showing him my pinky finger. His eyebrows raised at me in question, not understanding what I was referring to. Oh right, it’s a human tradition. I have to explain it to him. “Just do it. Show me your pinky finger and tell me that you are true to your words.” He nodded, doing as I told him and I locked my pinky finger with him.

Samuel could not believe that he was familiar with such a silly tradition and laughed his heart out. "Pinky swear?" Samuel repeated between giggles, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Since when do you know about pinky promises, Dad? You're a serious soldier!" Tim shrugged, a rare, playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Stephanie made me do it once. Said it’s the only way to make sure someone keeps their word." "Ha! How is she? I hope she is crying too much." "I don't think so." Samuel hooked his pinky with Tim’s, still grinning. "Alright, alright. Pinky swear it is. No more moping around."

I felt his arms tighten around my waist. “You have to promise.” I lifted my pinky finger and presented it to him. I remembered teaching him that a pinky promise was one of the most important things in the world and he couldn’t afford to break it. “If you promise, then I’ll be left assured.” He took out his pinky and enclasped it around mine. “I swear to the gods. I will never leave you out of anything and try to do it on my own again.” He planted his lips where our fingers had intertwined and I felt my pulse quicken.

She raised her brows at him and eyed him suspiciously. "I promise I won't flirt with other girls again. I cross my heart . Hmmm " he wiggled his brows cutely "Pinky promise?? " She held out her little pink finger . "Kiss promise. " He kisses her again

The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and dangerous. Elena walked up to him, offering a slight, respectful bow. “Good morning, Mr. Chairman.” “Good morning, Miss Marquez,” he replied. Then, he did something that made the entire team stop in their tracks. He smiled. It wasn't a shark-like grin or a professional smirk. It was a small, genuine, and unnecessary smile. The employees exchanged awkward, terrified glances. A smile from Damien Black was like a solar eclipse—rare and potentially dangerous.

I’d missed this bitch. “This will never happen again I promise.” I kissed her cheek. I was going to keep this promise, and I was going to find a solution to my problem. “Pinky?” We stopped hugging for a few seconds before she asked for my pinky finger. It was to show that I would never break my promise no matter what happened. “Pinky.” “Now, are we going to get in there or what. I can’t wait to be satisfied with the look on their faces.” Now this was the Rynnelle I knew.