Bts Trust Me Novels & Stories

This is not the End but the beginning Watch out for the sequel, SEE ME TOO Because I love you, and because you enjoyed reading my book, I'll let you peruse through a sketch prologue of the sequel. ************************************* PROLOGUE SEE ME TOO "SARAH BRIGHT COMITS SUCIDE AFTER LOSING HER FIANCE TO THE WELL KNOWN ACTRESS, AMANDA UDOH" This news headline had everyone at the club staring at their phone and at Amanda, who was also shocked by the disturbing headline. This headline had destabilized Amanda in so many she couldn't explain. But, there was one conflicted thought in her head. One that shattered her to dust "could I have caused Sarah Bright's suicide?" she couldn't believe sh

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

She showed interest in his explanation. “I released the evidence for Bastian on the condition that he won’t get you involved.” He revealed. “How? Do you think he is a fool? I am sure he only made the promise with you just to lay his hand on it. He tricked you.” She split out. Cohen nodded, grinning, “no. I trust Bastian. He can’t do that.” He informed. “Trust Bastian?” She was shocked to hear that. “Since when do you trust an enemy?”

The gentle caress of his lips and the electricity they send through my skin helps me to relax. “What if I never get better at managing it? What if I get worse?” I ask looking up at him, my eyes full of worry. His expression turns sad, “You’re not going to get worse because I won’t let that happen. Do you trust me, Mei?” He asks as he presses his forehead against mine. I nod fervently because that’s one thing I will never doubt for as long as I live. There is no one on this earth who I trust more than Chris. “Then trust that I will help you get strong,” he says, his voice so full of confidence.

How was I supposed to believe him now? Someone who’s been betrayed will always struggle to trust again. Even if they’re given another chance, that trust will never be whole. By the time morning comes, my body is sluggish but my nerves are strung tight. The day doesn’t give me a chance to breathe — before I know it, I’m standing beside Baekhyun in front of a wall of flashing cameras. The air outside the HK Group building is thick with the sound of shutters clicking, microphones being shoved forward, and voices calling out questions in rapid fire.

I take a long sip of my drink and smile. Amelia scrolls through her phone and groans. “Okay, but can we talk about the internet?” Jenna lifts an eyebrow. “What now?” “You’re trending,” Amelia says, flipping her phone around. “Like globally. There’s a TikTok edit of your punch synced to Bad Bunny’s Booker T. It has two million likes.” Jenna blinks, then grins. “As it should be.” Bethany claps her hands once. “Jenna. You got verified on T*****r this morning. People are begging to know where you teach.”

Which meant spending more time with them. The bond made it impossible to hide my concern. They would feel it anmd know I was scared for them. And that would give them hope I wasn’t ready to give. “Just trust me,” I said. “Please. No more morning tea.” Bastian stood and walked over to me. Put his hands on my shoulders and looked down at me with those brown eyes that were clearer than they’d been in months. “I trust you. If you say no more tea then no more tea.”

“Call me if she posts anything before morning.” “I will.” Inside, the house was quiet. I washed my face, plugged my phone in, and told myself I had handled the day as well as anyone could. At 12:41 a.m. the phone buzzed. Not Bella’s personal account this time. A popular business page had shared a new post using my shopfront photo. Under it was a blurred document screenshot and a caption that made my blood run cold: Sources say the seed money trail isn’t as clean as today’s statement claimed. More documents coming by morning.

“Do you trust her?” “Of course not!” I yelled. The tightening feeling hadn’t stopped. Everything felt like it was slipping out of my grasp fast. Too fast. Today was a good day. It was all going so well. I was doing my part. “But I don’t give a fuck about trust! I’m Blake Benson! She’s mine! Why would I have to trust her to know that she’s mine?! It doesn’t matter where she goes or who she meets, she has no other choice but to stay. All of you might leave but she has to stay!”

The thread goes back eight months. Eight months of hotels and lies meetings at Molly's design studio. weekend dates when Chloe traveled for work. Jokes about how naive she is, how easily she trusts them both. She finds a message from three weeks ago: “I married her because she was stable, Good investment. But I was always waiting for you” Molly's response: “Soon. She won't see it coming” Chloe's breath becomes shallow, her hands shaking, this are the two people she trusted after her parents, “how could they do this to me”Chloe thought aloud tears building up in her eyes