Do You Trust Me Memes Novels & Stories

"Shhh...if my guess is correct then it's from your ex. Hey look at me, don't let them get suspicious." "Okay, so what do we do?" "Do you trust me?"

“Do what?” “I’m going to try and trust you.”

"You’re who you are. Nothing else. Nothing more. Whatever anyone thinks? That’s their problem. Only the truth matters." I swallow hard, something thick and unsteady settling in my chest. He believes me. No hesitation. No conditions. No ‘if that’s what you want me to think.’ Just trust. Liam sees me. The version of myself I’m still struggling to accept. The version I’m scared to claim. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m running. “Okay.” Liam leans back, completely unbothered. “Besides, trusting everything on social media is stupid. They think I’m this emotionless playboy.”

"This?" "Our entire friendship. I trust you and your loyalty completely, so I'm surprised that you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth and that you think I would be stupid enough to believe that you can fit into my underwear. It's pretty fucking insulting, but if that's your real opinion of me, we don't have to—"

I fished it out of my purse and noticed that an unknown number was calling me. I answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear. "Hello," I answered. There was silence on the other end. "Hello." I tried again, but there was still no answer. The call was immediately disconnected. Weird. Maybe it was the wrong number. I got a message just then. I checked my inbox and opened the most recent chat. I read the message written in bold capital letters. TRUST IS LIKE AN ERA. IT GETS SMALLER WITH EVERY MISTAKE MADE.

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.

I pulled my hair and said, "Arg! All I wanted was to carry out my plans!" He silenced me by shoving a spoonful of pudding into my mouth. "I was right. Girls like you are like Mingming." Whether he was implying a good thing, I chewed this heavenly stuff. Since he mentioned our cat, I missed her healing properties. "Listen. We both know Mercella was a copycat bitch. I would dig all of her buried nastiness while you act as a two-faced snake friend." Should I trust this guy? "Do you trust me?" Shoot. This game of trust was what I hate. In this situation, the only person I trust is myself.

“Maybe stop saying sorry and love me the same.” “I love you.” “What about trusting me and believing in us?” “I believe in us.” “And trusting me?” I drew him closer and hugged him. I do not know how to explain I trust him. I do. I only do not know what happens every time I am supposed to act like it. “I trust you,” I said across his ears. “I guess I am slow in trusting and believing in Dr. Waldeen.” “Hey, you stole from her.” He lifted his head to respond to the mild joke. “You should be very slow in trusting her as she is with you,” he said with a serious face.

Ava::"Is it ? because I don't think it is." Leon::"I can't believe that after all these you don't trust me at all.Trust is the foundation of any relationship.If you don't trust me then how can you love me.Have I ever given you any reason to doubt my love...If I did then please remind me because I cannot recall." Ava::"Everything is not about you.You try to divert everything in your direction.And after all these years that we have spend together how can a third person value more in your life."

I uttered, bewildered. “Yes, I do.” “B-But why... didn't we just met?” “Trusting someone isn't a matter of how long you know the person. Even best friends since the fetus could betray their friends. It doesn't really matter.” My brows furrowed as I poured my attention to him. “Then... Why do you trust me, then? You said to yourself that even friends could betray each other. So, why trust me?’ He smirked. “'Cause we're not friends.”