Believe Me Novels & Stories

"Bullshit." "Look, I didn't come all this way just to make you believe me. There is shit going on that is just hard to believe but trust me, it's real and we're in danger. Now, if you have any faith in your best friend at all, you'll just trust that I won't make shit like this up." "Waw...I've never heard you curse that much in your life." "Yeah? Well, can't see the things I have and not expect to change."

Or was it only for show as well? I don't know. I don't think so. I don't know what to believe in anymore...

"Me too. Are you taking your blood-pressure pills like you're supposed to?" "Of course I am. I'm in great shape for an old codger." "Oh, please, you're about the furthest you can get from being a codger, Dad. When I imagine an old guy, you're definitely not it. I even got a message from Jess on F******k telling me how she sees you at the gym and how adorable you

"How can I believe anything you say when you've already proven yourself to be a liar?" James opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off before he could utter another word. "No," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I trusted you, James. I believed in you. And you threw it all away."

“And I love you.” "I wish I could believe in myself as mush as you do." "Until you can," Chance suggested, "believe in me, because I believe in you."

No, the question should be: Did I believe him? In that moment, I also realised that I did. I think I did believe in myself that told me to believe him. ~•~•~•~•~

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“You have to believe me.” I met his gaze, searching for any trace of doubt. But there was none. “I do trust you, Eric,” I whispered. And I meant it.

… she believes me. Fully. Finally. And I know, with everything in me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving her right.

“Leave her alone, that’s what you should do. She’ll come to you when she’s had time to think about everything. I know you’ll go crazy, so I’ll text you to let you know how she’s doing, even though you don’t deserve to know.” “Thank you, Lucas . I owe you big time.” “That’s right, you do. In fact, I believe I’ve done this quite a few times. You owe me, buddy .” He smiled. “You seriously need to sit and think about how you’re never going to keep anything from Lucia again. Because next time, you may not be so lucky, and she’ll leave your dumb ass for good.”