Believe Me Novels & Stories

It’s іnѕаnе. It’ѕ so insane that it’s nоt bеlіеvаblе. But I’m lіvіng іt, so I hаvе tо bеlіеvе іt. Hе gathers hіѕ wаllеt and I’m nоt gоіng tо gіvе hіm any rеаѕоn tо change hіѕ mіnd.

Roose voice become low while saying all this this time she feel little bad. "This belief of yours has confused me. Seems like. This person is very close to your heart. Let's take a test of your faith. Expect the person you are talking to, this person has sold you. If you know this from somewhere, you will believe it."Christian said after seeing her blind trust.

Lucinda is very excited to be moving out of her parent's house at the same time she is fighting the thought of leaving her parents.Mom and Dad I will miss you so much ,she hugs them with love .Mom can I take the pink blanket with me Lucinda asks her mum already holding the blanket ,yes you can her mom replied.I am ready to go Lucinda says as she caries some of her bags outside ,Lucinda can you leave me your black T-shirt Daren asked standing by the door way holding Lucinda's black T-shirt ,yes you can Lucinda smiled at him thank you Daren said as he rushed to put it on.

Gabe shakes his head. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here. I don't judge and I have no one to tell it to, so honestly, I am a good choice to unload on. Besides, I am a pretty good listener, if I do say so myself.”

Sometimes I believe in what they say "There's someone for everyone ĺ but sometimes I don't. But if you do believe in it then keep waiting. Yours, Diddy.

“Do you have the number of James? I want to talk to him” “I have, but please don’t be mad at him, you cannot blame him” “Yes I know, I just what to have some words with him now” Even Belie, is doubtful about his intention, of calling and talking to James, even he is reluctant, at the end, he convinces him, to give the number.

I couldn’t afford to mess up. “I believe in you.” Archer spoke within my mind, giving me a new sense of strength, I didn’t have before.

That I believe it completely and without argument and my wolf is not even the one doing the believing this time. It is just me. Believing him. Standing still long enough to let someone mean it.

“Maybe I was right to be afraid of that.” “Maybe,” I said honestly, because I owed him that much honesty, even now. “But I’m done deciding what to believe about you based on what you might have done. I want to believe you now, in this room, telling me the truth even though it clearly costs you something.”

Instead, I let out a long sigh. “Maybe. Or maybe not,” I mumble, but even I don’t believe my own words.