Books On Loyalty Novels & Stories

“If you don’t understand that now, you never will.” Shylie took in his words for a long moment, considering, not wanting to take the bait. Loyalty. A word she had long since buried under years of strategy, survival, and success. What would it take to resurface that long-buried part of her? And when was loyalty something to be compromised?

Letting me understand that I was not an unknown quantity to them. The fourth sentence was the pivot. ‘We are aware that loyalty built on grief and obligation is a different thing from loyalty built on genuine alignment.’ I read that sentence,it was precise in a way that made my jaw tighten. Because it was not wrong. My loyalty to Zayden was not the clean uncomplicated thing that Darius was. Darius followed Zayden because he believed in what Obsidian Keep was and what it could be. His loyalty had a philosophical foundation that held its shape regardless of circumstance.

I returned to my seat and watched her go through more rounds before I called it off. “I am not trying to be little you,” I said to them. “Reduce you to slaves or instil fear in you. I just wanted to let you know that loyalty is everything. With loyalty we have invincibility but once you give your Boss an attitude, you become dispensable.”

Riskkkkkkkkk I learned from my parents and a few friends I had when I was a teenager they would always go to parties they had series of boyfriends which I think is not the right decision because clearly theres nothing y'all want to be doing in these relationships it's just a trade by batter kind of relationship and for me I know what love looks like I mean not all but from my parents I know what you should do decided to be committed to each other. I know what it means to be loyal I mean like what it looks like to be loyal and once your loyalty isn't tired to nothing superior than you once your loyalty is not tied to God, your loyalty can't be tired substantially anywhere else because God is

All the bonds, all the vows, all the bricks that formed our shared life had crumbled to dust under the weight of their selfishness, their craving for power. I recalled when Gerald had quickly dismissed the concept of loyalty as if it was something that was inconsequential. His cold, indifferent voice still rings in my ears: “Loyalty? That’s a tool for fools, Anna. Ambition is what drives the world. I’d rather be powerful than loyal any day.” Loyalty had meant everything to Landen. To our pack. It had been the foundation of our lives. And now, I see that to Gerald and Hannah, it had been nothing more than a weakness to exploit. I had trusted them both. We had all trusted them. And in return,

We were sitting, eating, and talking, and damn, if it didn't feel natural. Other than Deloris, I rarely just sat and talked. It was always about business or with a goal in mind. This was different, relaxing and yet stimulating. "How what works?" I asked. "Your loyalty and devotion. They have to be earned?" I hadn't thought about it, but yes. "Either earned or lost. What about you? Do you just give them blindly?" "No. I guess you're right. I've been burnt, and well, I think they do need to be earned. I'm sorry I took off today. I wasn't thinking about Deloris or you or Isaac. I was thinking about Chelsea."

I dial Gabriel number and he picked up immediately "Hello Gabriel, Brandley entered when we were talking earlier, so I have to hang up and he wanted to know who I am talking to" "I understand you Rebecca, I hung up when I heard his tip toe." Gabriel said "What is the loyalty test about, please explain more better to me" "It's very simple, really," Gabriel replied. "You give him Little chance to show his commitment, to let you know that he's not just saying what he thinks you want to hear. Watch his actions, watch his steps,his thoughts, decisions, not just his words. Let him take the initiative to construct what he destroys, and see if he's consistent in his efforts. If he truly wants to sor

“I’ve always been loyal.” “Loyal?” I repeated, my voice dangerously calm. “Do you know what loyalty means, Lorenzo? It means knowing where your place is, it means not making deals behind my back. It means not trying to undermine my authority, when you know I’m dealing with more important sh*t. Loyalty is knowing that you don’t act on your own unless I give you the go-ahead.” Lorenzo stepped back, finally meeting my eyes. “I didn’t think you were going to hear about it, I thought I was doing the right thing, I'm sorry.”

He didn’t answer. “Loyalty is emotional. It’s reactive. It bends when pulled too tight. Strategy… that’s what lasts.” I leaned forward slightly, my voice dropping. “You’ve tried so hard to be loyal, Elias. To Valerie. To your Alpha. But it’s time to stop pretending that loyalty serves you better than ambition. You have tried so hard to protect your sister, but you know for a fact that things do not work like that. If a man like you had managed to kill his father to rise to power, I believe that your sister is nothing more than a game. That is something that you should be holding on to. A thought, a strength and peace on your board that you should consider playing on.”

It was freezing down here, smelling of damp earth and old wine, but the cold was the least of my worries. Victor began to pace. He walked in a slow, deliberate circle around us, the shotgun resting easily in the crook of his arm. He looked like a professor about to give a lecture, totally at ease, while we sat there like prisoners waiting for the executioner. "Loyalty," Victor began, tapping the side of his head. "It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you."