Don't Trust Your Gut Novels & Stories

"I screwed up, man. I never should have let them involved Arman in this case. Amara trusted me, and I destroyed that trust." "You never had a chance on that woman, bro. She's way out of your league. I'm not degrading her because of her work, but you saw how every man inside the courtroom stared at her. She's wearing a turtle neck, long sleeved shirt, and pants. But, every man looked at her like she's not wearing anything. If she becomes your girlfriend, you will lose your badge. You will kill someone because of her." "You're being too exaggerated." "No, bro. I'm being realistic. You have to see that. Yes, you like her, who doesn't? But, you also need to see that she's a trouble magnet. Men w

Our eyes meet for a second before she abruptly closes the curtains on her small window. "So ... I guess it didn't work out," Travis says softly as he walks over to my side. I can only nod my head in defeat. "There's still time," he says comfortably, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I do not know. She's so determined and the thing is, I think she might be right" "Just because what she says sounds good doesn't mean it is. If your instincts tell you that he needs your help, trust that" "Well, right now I wonder if my instincts might be wrong"

It was one of her traits that always made me shout at her, even when she did a splendid job. In summary, I hated people who couldn’t trust their gut. I knew people in society weren’t equal when it came to financial or intelligence terms, and that wasn’t something to feel bad about or regret. It was alright, but one should be self-assured enough to walk the path of this cruel world with their head held high, even if there wasn’t a penny in their pocket. I believed confidence was something that held the power to make our lives easier in this ruthless world.

“Of course. I’ll answer them as best I can.” Ace chewed his lower lip. He didn’t really know Amber, but from that one conversation they’d had, she seemed to be the person who could quell his fears. “Do you think I can trust him? He’s been making snide comments, and I don’t know if I’m being overly sensitive.” “I don’t like him. I hate to say that, but since you’re already sensing something…let me just say, trust your gut.” He rested his head in his hand. “What if I’ve made a mistake? I can’t let Emily find out.”

"What does your gut tell you?" "My gut has been wrong about people before. Recently, in fact, in ways that got me nearly killed on a foggy dock." Kael's mouth twisted, humorless. "I don't trust my gut anymore. I trust evidence, and right now I don't have enough of it."

*WHAT THEY WERE TOLD ≠ WHAT THEY EXPECTED,* I wrote, though I didn’t yet know what the gap actually meant. ----- Margaret’s old warning surfaced again. *Trust records more than promises.* I had understood that, at the time, as caution about family members handling money carelessly. Now I wondered if she’d meant something sharper — that someone, eventually, might come looking for what she’d built, and that I shouldn’t assume good intentions simply because they wore a familiar face. I refused to let the thought run further than the evidence allowed. *MEMORY IS NOT EVIDENCE,* I wrote. *SUSPICION IS NOT PROOF.*

“Busy. You’re not helping.” He didn’t answer. He continued watching me like I was a puzzle with missing pieces. I hated that look. It made me feel... readable. When I stood again, he stepped closer, and I had a feeling that he was testing the boundaries. “You don’t trust me,” he said. “Nope.” “Why?” “I trust my gut,” I said simply. “And right now, my gut says you’re trouble.” His grin widened. “Trouble can be fun.” “Trouble burns,” I said. “And I’m really good at setting things on fire.”

It looked like I was wrong because something was definitely bothering her, and despite having asked her twice, she still insisted it was only work. I didn’t think it was that, though. I had no reason to doubt her, and her position did come with a lot of stress, but my gut was still yelling that there was something more to it. I learned from experience to trust my gut. It was a perceptive fucker.

The fire cracked once, loudly, making me flinch. Then she said softly, “Sometimes, when people change suddenly, it’s not because they’ve found peace. It’s because they’re hiding something.” Her words sank into me like a stone in water. “You feel watched?” she asked. I nodded slowly. “Yes. All the time. Like there are eyes I can’t see. And the smiles,they feel fake. Too perfect. Too practiced.” She reached out and placed a wrinkled hand over mine. “Then trust your gut, Elena. It’s a powerful thing. It’s led you through worse.”

"Remember when our parents used to tell us to trust our guts ?You know..this little voice inside you - that tells you everything you need to know and what you should do... Well humans are the only creation that will willfully IGNORE their 6th sense for sure ....! I guess..the reason that this happen more often was because a lot of people don't trust in themselves! Once we learn to trust ourselves, making decisions would be much,much easier.... Note to self: Listen to this thing called 'gut instinct'. You know if you actually listened to it a number of times, you wouldn't of got into a heap of trouble a number of times and you would have saved yourself a lot of time and pain...Mom used to tel