Can't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

Xander asks. Cara tries to stay calm and not rip his head off his body since the paparazzi are here and it can ruin her mum's chance for surgery. "I trust Cassie, she will never." "Trust is a stupid assurance that expires." Xander rolls his eyes, emptying his glass of wine. Xander doesn't believe in trust anymore, the scars at his back is a reminder not to trust anyone. "So you do trust anyone?" Cara asks. "I do trust, but it doesn't come easy. It is earned."

DON'T TRUST ANYONE. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!!

"You didn't even care about informing. I was worried about you, Christopher." He simply ignores my statement and continues talking. "I know Colby is a good friend, and he is a really nice guy, but you can't trust anyone like that.." I stare at him in disbelief and assert. "Do you even hear yourself, Christopher? You sound ridiculous." "I know what I am saying and I am saying the right fucking thing. You can't trust anyone like that." He repeats.

And as I did… I realized: I wasn’t sure I could trust anyone anymore. Not even myself.

"I used to be invisible, Mike. I could walk down the street and no one noticed me. Now I can't leave the house without security." "Is that what bothers you most? The lack of freedom?" I think about it. The physical constraints are difficult, the planned routes, the security details, the constant awareness of cameras. But that's not the worst part. "It's the trust," I say finally. "I don't know who to trust anymore. People I barely know are suddenly reaching out, wanting to reconnect. Old classmates, distant relatives, people I worked with years ago. Are they genuinely happy for me? Or are they looking for a story to sell?"

he said, smiling. I put on a fake smile for him. I'm not sure I can trust him. Actually, I don't trust anyone except myself because most people nowadays are imposters. And maybe one of the people I met one day isn't a human at all. Maybe they're werewolves, and I can't trust anyone but myself. "You're so sweet, but no thanks. Don't worry about me. I can handle my problem on my own and it's not a big deal. It's just my problem can't be removed."

Never knew who the real me was—to be fair, I didn’t want to know him, either. She sees him plainly, that much I know. She sees how far he's fallen, and is skeptical enough not to take his accusations at face value. Isn't she? The unknown terrifies me. I guess this is what it's all about, as miserable as it is. Trust. It’s never been one of my stronger qualities. That's what happens when you've been burned time and again so many times you lose faith in people. Not only in women, though women haven’t proven themselves trustworthy to me in the past. It’s anyone that has the power to take what I give them and rip it apart.

he wavers. Back to my point, right? He does not trust that I can make a sane plan. He does not believe that I can really pull out something. He does not believe that I can actually get myself out of the mess that I myself created. Right? “I am sorry for making you feel that way. I didn’t mean to. It is just that... I don’t get it. Why give them anything? You don’t even need them, B. I am here. And those people? You know very well that you can’t even trust them. People who are swayed by money are so unreliable. They will betray you once they land another better deal. They would sell you out in a heartbeat.”

It feels so good to get that off my chest. The voice in the back of my head keeps telling me that I can't trust anyone. I fight within myself daily to trust. I know that I have to give people a chance to prove themselves and that not everyone is like my family. If I have any hopes of things changing in my life and getting the acceptance that I desperately want then I have to trust at some point.

“I’m not sure we have anyone left we can trust, Levi. Everyone has their own agenda. Everyone is playing their own game. We’ve already seen what happens when we rely on others.” The bitterness in my voice surprised me. I hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but I couldn’t help it. The last few months had shown me how little anyone could be counted on. People came and went, switched sides without a second thought, and the betrayal still stung. It was a hard lesson, one that had cost me more than I was willing to admit. But Levi’s eyes softened for just a moment, as if he understood. He wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things either, and he knew better than anyone that trust was a commodity in short su