Do Not Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

It’s now back to a stone-cold solid mass of black death and I can thank him for reminding me why it should have stayed that way. Don’t ever trust anyone when it comes to your own well-being and needs. No one in the world will ever look out for you and have your interests as their sole focus other than you. People just disappoint and hurt you. Love is for the stupid. I jump out of bed, bypassing breakfast because I have no time right now, and aim to get ready as quickly as I can to get out there and find my girl. * * *

Inside the cabin, Ethan reviewed financial reports while Lila studied the video message from her mother again. Noah sat across from them playing with the tablet. He looked up suddenly. “You know something weird?” Ethan glanced at him. “What?” “Your mom said ‘trust no one.’” Lila nodded. “Yes.” “But we already trust people.” Noah counted on his fingers. “Lawyers.” “Directors.” “Regulators.” “Security teams.” Ethan frowned slightly. Noah tilted his head. “What if one of them is the problem?” The cabin became quiet. Because the thought had already crossed Ethan’s mind.

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. This was far from over.

Lester stops us from arguing. “Yes, I do not usually tell everything to all of you because I am not like that person. Is it my fault that I don’t like sharing about myself with everyone? I am also like this to our other friends. If you don’t trust me, this friendship is useless because we can’t try to trust each other.”

"We're not suggesting otherwise. We're just letting you know what people are saying. Better you hear it from friends than from enemies." "Are we friends?" I asked bluntly. "We could be." Elena leaned forward. "We're all women navigating this world. We understand the challenges, the expectations, the constant scrutiny. We thought you might appreciate having people who understand what you're going through." It sounded genuine. But I had learned not to trust appearances in this world. "I appreciate that. Really." I said. "Before I forget here's a piece of advice." "What's that?" "Be very careful who you trust. This world is full of people who will smile to your face whilst planning your downfal

I didn't sleep much that night, Leo's messages sit unanswered on my phone, screen dark now, but I can still see the words behind my eyes every time I close them. *Don't trust the man who remembers everything.* It's the kind of sentence designed to plant itself and grow roots, whether or not the person who planted it deserves to be believed. I hate that it's working.

“It shouldn't be your business!” “You know we didn't plan on sleeping out…..go take a shower while I do the same,the food will be ready in a jiffy…….”. “So cheap of you, Zion. You're trading your life for food?”. “Come on……”. “Don't trust anyone, don't be stupid either. If you're not ready to sleep hungry…..I don't have any words for you”. Traven had made me lose the single trust I had with people, I don't even trust myself which is weird because……

“Does he believe if I tell him I don't trust his people” “I don't trust him, so it's normal if I don't trust his people”.

Am I seeing things now? A bartender brought me drinks and handed me a piece of paper. "What's this?" "someone said to give it to you" "Who?" I asked "He didn't say" he said and walked away. I opened the paper and I suddenly felt cold all over the paper read: * "Trust no one. she's not what she appears to be" * "What's wrong?" "Nothing" I said with a smile "nothing at all"

“Marquez has eyes everywhere. We can’t trust anyone — not even those we think are our allies. The network runs deeper than we imagined.” Luca rubbed his jaw, fatigue evident in the dark circles under his eyes. “I keep thinking about Damien’s warning… ‘Trust no one.’ But who do we turn to when everyone could be a threat? When betrayal hides behind every smile?” Elena’s gaze hardened with resolve. “We turn to the truth. And sometimes, the truth hurts more than the lies.”