Do Not Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

If fate has brought you here, then I have failed. A tear finally escaped, sliding slowly down my cheek. I barely noticed it. There is only one thing I ask of you. Do not trust anyone simply because they claim they loved me. Not my friends. Not my enemies. Not even those who swear they are protecting you. I looked up instinctively. Marcus. Sebastian. The guards. Gabriel. Mercer. Luca. My grandfather had just warned me about every single person surrounding me. Trust is earned. Never inherited. I whispered the words aloud.

They will devastate your past, expose your fears and use your weaknesses. Trust me, don't trust them. They are trained liars, and make her think there are no flaws. Don't go back to the past, don't tell your secrets, do not answer questions, do not show the truth. Trust me, don't trust them.

Trust becomes your vulnerability, and vulnerability becomes a dangerous weakness. Nevertheless, we present you with a choice, a small mercy amidst the storm. Abandon your futile resistance, as your defiance only intensifies the fire that consumes your legacy. Surrender your empire, relinquish your dominion, and we might spare you from the imminent turmoil. Remember, Alice, caution should be your constant companion. The faces you trust may hide sharp daggers, and whispers of loyalty can prove to be treacherous echoes. Trust no one until their loyalty is proven through blood and beyond doubt.

I know I can be an easy target for deception, something Val used to always remind me of, but believe it or not, I’ve learned my lesson. To a large extent, I’ve managed to resist the temptation of trusting everyone I come across. I constantly remind myself that there are genuinely bad folks out there, and it’s totally fine to watch out for myself. It’s okay to question someone’s intentions, and it’s more than okay to say no if something doesn’t sit right with me.

The letter's warning echoed in my mind: Trust no one completely, not even those who claim to love you. Maybe it was time I stopped relying on others to save me and started saving myself.

her father's last words reverberated, his voice raw with emotion but firm with conviction, "trust no one. Not even those who claim to be on your side. The game is far from over. The shadows run deep. And the truth… the truth is a dangerous weapon. Trust no one." His words lingered in the air, a chilling, profound warning that left Violet feeling frightened and overwhelmed, a lone figure burdened with a massive truth, uncertain of who, if anyone, she could really rely on in the perilous path that lay ahead.

I barely had time to think before my phone buzzed again, this time with a single, chilling message: "You’re closer than you think… but they’re watching. Don’t trust anyone."

To hell with any and everyone else. If I were the type to have a best friend, Erin would be mine for sure, but I’m not. Getting too close to anyone is something I just can’t do, because everyone takes off eventually; Or straight up dies on me. Not just my parents, literally everyone. A couple EX girlfriends with shitty intentions, backstabbing cocksuckers who only gave me the time of day for a little cash, you name it—I’ve seen it. Trust nobody, ever. It doesn’t end well.

I needed to think about something very carefully. "Never trust anyone, not even your shadow. Because your shadow also leaves you, when you are in the dark." My father used to say this very often whenever the topic of trust was discussed. Once you start ruling, you gain followers as well as imposters. You can't gain friends without gaining enemies. So the balance remains maintained.

I added coldly, “if you drop out of the sky again playing hero, or step foot where you don’t belong, I’ll put a spear through your chest and tell the world you earned it.” Silence. “I don’t fucking believe in coincidences,” I said. “I grew up knowing everyone lies. This life wasn’t handed to me with kindness.” I leaned closer. “The first lesson of survival? Trust no one who isn’t you. Everyone else is just waiting for their turn to stab.” “I would never hurt you,” he said. As if I would believe him? He could cut ten people in a single second with a slash of a sword. I would be fool to trust anyone who could wield a sword or direct an arrow.