Believe Me Novels & Stories

“You do not have to believe me. You only have to wait and watch.” I stepped forward angrily. “I do not believe anything that comes out of your mouth. Not a single word. You think your talk will help me? You think it will bring me what I need? Do not play games with me. If you are wasting my time, then I swear I will not keep you alive another day.”

“I’m not asking you to forgive me right now. I’m asking you to believe me. Believe that it’s only you. Always you.” To Be Continued...

“Trust me.” I don’t trust much of anyone these days, but I trust Ruby. I trust myself. “I’ll make it work,” I tell my mom, and I start to believe it, even if it’s the boldest lie I’ve ever told.

Can it? If she hurt me once. Can I believe in her again. Can I believe that the next is not a lie. The live she says she does me is not a play. And that everything is real. I don't believe in her or not I don't know wholely. But I know that I don't believe in myself in this matter. I don't believe it as I say it. So does that means this is for real over? Me and her?

He narrated his hunch he had when he saw Dawson the very first time. "I'm sure it must be an illusion " he couldn't afford the revelation of past for a healthy future.

And somehow, that terrified me more than anything else he might have said combined, because, somehow, I believed him. n't forget to #Vote

"You can try believing me for one day. If it doesn’t work tomorrow, you can step back." Something in my heart loosened. I placed my hand in his palm. "Okay."

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

I lay on my sofa thinking and praying till I fell asleep. Frederick POV *Phone rings** Fuck!! It's 7:22 am… I answered the call only to hear my secretary's voice on the other side of the line. "Good morning Mr. Frederick, you have an urgent meeting by 8:30 am with Giveon Ventures" I hung up the call and let out a sigh. My name is Frederick Hudson. CEO of a multi-dollar company. Most people call me a demi-god.

Could I say that? "That's unbelievable," I finally said. "I know." He shrugged. "I'd be freaking out, too, if I were you." "No," I said, placing a hand on his knee. "I mean I don't believe it. I literally don't believe it. Sorry, but you're wrong."