Do Not Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

I hesitated before picking it up because I knew that whatever came next would likely only add more questions. The message was short with just a few words, but it was enough to send chills down my spine. “Trust no one." I looked around the cafe, my heart racing in fear and confusion. Trust no one? That meant someone close to me could be involved. But who? Apparently, there's someone else pulling the strings behind the scenes. Could it really be Ethan? Or was there someone I hadn't even suspected yet? My thoughts were spinning, but one thing was clear, I couldn’t let my guard down anymore.

"You do not have much choice. You will always get blood on your hands, My Lady" She gulped and looked around. "But they are innocent!" "They all know the rules but they decided to break them. You do not stroke them because they are enemies, not allies. Always remember the first rule." He paused and continued. "Do not trust anyone. You might end up dead or... Other people will end up dead because of your mistake"

Scarlet said. As much as she tried to refute the words Scarlet and believe in her family, something about her words struck a chord. Each time the name, Irene was used it felt vaguely familiar to her, and she could not explain it herself. Somehow, the woman seemed less of a phony. “I will leave you with two words. One, Do not trust anyone, especially your family. And two, never mention this meeting not to your mate, family, or friends, that is if you have any,” Scarlet said.

“Appearances matter. We need to be the perfect couple—affectionate, unbreakable, in sync.” A strange tightness settled in my stomach. Leon continued. “My enemies are always watching. They’ll be looking for any weakness, any crack in the façade. If they find one, they’ll use it.” I swallowed. This was the world I had married into—a world of power, deception, and silent wars. “You must never trust anyone but me,” Leon said. I frowned. “That’s a bit dramatic.” “I’m not joking.” His voice was firm, final. “Anyone—friends, staff, business associates—could have their own agenda. Trust no one but me, Eva.”

My phone buzzes with messages, emails, reminders,but I ignore them all. I need to think. I need to figure out who the hell I can actually trust. Because suddenly, it doesn’t feel like that list includes anyone.

"I can help you. But I have one condition." "What condition?" Kaia immediately let go of my hand, her eyes flickering with panic. "Next week is Werewolf Valentine's Day. If you publicly confess to Chris and he chooses you in front of everyone, I will step aside and reject him." "But..." Kaia hesitated upon hearing my words. "Don't you believe in his love for you?" I urged her further. "Alright! I'll do it!" With a grateful smile, Kaia left. I watched her retreating figure and shook my head. She overestimated Chris' courage. Though he loved her, what he loved more was his own status.

Much more. Anna: Then give it all to me. Now. Unknown Number: No. It’s too dangerous. For both of us. You need to be careful. I almost laughed out loud at his words. Careful? After everything he did to me? His words sounded more like a joke to my ear. A boring one to start with. Anna: You don’t get to tell me to be careful. The dots bounced for a long time. A long message was coming. Unknown Number: I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about the people around you. You think you know who you can trust. You don’t.

I read the text. "The ones you trust are not the ones you should be trusting. Be careful who you talk to, Angelica." Who the f*ck?!

Quincy There’s a saying you hear around here by your second or third week, whispered like a prayer and carved into the back of your head whether you like it or not: Don’t trust anyone. Not your cellmate. Not the guy who trades you cookies for soap. Not the guards, the chaplain, the janitor, not even the rat outside the laundry hall. Trust gets you shanked. Trust gets you stripped. Trust gets you dead. I thought I understood that. And I had defiled that law once with my cellmate.

I said, voice shaking. He pulled me close again, holding me like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. As we made our way down, Travis’s phone vibrated. He checked it quickly, then paled. “It’s another message,” he said grimly. I peered over his shoulder to read: “Trust no one. Especially not the ones closest to you.” A cold wave washed over me. Travis’s grip tightened on my hand, knuckles white. “This isn’t just about my family anymore. We’re caught in something bigger.”