Don't Trust Your Gut Novels & Stories

"It's not that. I just... I don't know him and I don't think he's good for me." "Why and in what lifetime? I saw the way he was looking at you. Like you'd be perfect on a silver platter with an apple in your mouth." "No, he did not, and it's just a hunch." Why did her words have such an effect on me? I had tiny shivers dancing all through my body. "Honey," she said gently. "You don't trust any man right now, but that's not fair to Mr. McHotness. What does your gut say?"

“But don’t follow him just yet. Trust me on this one.” “You want to tell me why though?” I asked, setting my phone face down on the table and giving her my full attention. She shrugged, reaching for her soda and taking a long, unbothered sip like she hadn’t just stopped me mid-action. “I genuinely have no logical reason. My gut is just saying not yet.” I stared at her. “Your gut.” “My gut,” she confirmed, nodding seriously. “So when exactly does your gut give me the green light?” I asked, half-amused, half-frustrated.

Chapter 25 (Seth's POV) You know that feeling in your gut that something is just not right? Yes, the one that is just nagging you and you and not letting you alone, and no matter what you do it does not want to go away. Do not ever ignore it! I learned young to always follow my instincts and what my gut tells me, and this time was no different. I knew something was wrong.

I whispered, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. Dr. Patel continued, “It’s the same with any strong emotion—love, trust, even dislike. If Cole doesn’t trust someone or feels uneasy around them, those instincts remain. He may not recall the specific reasons behind those feelings, but they’re still there, guiding his actions and responses.” I nodded, his explanation settling over me. “So, even if he’s lost the details, his gut feelings about people—about us—are still intact.”

“Did he follow you?” “No,” I whispered. “At least I don’t think so.” A long pause. Then her hand reached over, warm and firm, resting on mine. “Mia, listen to me. Trust your instincts. If something feels wrong, it probably is. We, as women, are taught to be polite—to give people the benefit of the doubt. But you don’t owe anyone your comfort. Not Dave. Not anyone.” I blinked rapidly. “I feel stupid for even needing to say this out loud.”

“Now. You can sit here spiraling. Or you can eat Pad Thai and figure out what you actually want.” “What I want doesn’t matter if I can’t trust him.” “Then figure out if you can trust him. Not based on Diana Chen’s story. Based on everything you’ve seen. Everything you’ve experienced.” She hands me a container. “What does your gut say?” I think about Lucian. The way he held me in Miami. The board meeting. His mother. The statement. The consistency of his actions versus Diana’s words. “My gut says he’s telling the truth.” “Then maybe listen to your gut instead of Richard Vaughn’s employee.”

"Look, I'm not telling you to go against yourself. I'm just saying Laura isn't wrong to be cautious." "I'm tired of people deciding things for me," I said quietly. "First Laura, then the Knights, then everyone else with an opinion about what I should or shouldn't do. I need to make my own choices for once." He looked at me for a long moment, then he nodded. "Then trust your guts." I blinked at him confusedly and said, "That's it?" "That's it," he said simply. "If you're wrong, you'll deal with it. If you're right, then at least it was your call."

I saw this from a mile away, before she even took the last three shots. I don't know when I became this generous and soft, because instead of leaving the stranger, it feels like I'm responsible for her. She taps my chest a few times with her index finger. “Why would I trust you to take me home?” Well, fair point. I'm a stranger, and even though I don't have any bad intentions, it might not be easy for her to be sure of that. “Trust your gut. What does it tell you?” I try. She stares at me for a while, like she's thinking deep.

I thought about my experience and knew, that my dad could give me a piece of advice. “Well, it’s just what your intuition whispers to you. It may be wrong, of course. But you should trust your gut, even if it may seem to you wrong! Personally, I had a lot of situations, when my intuition told me, that one thing was right, but I didn’t believe it and made completely another. In the end, it was really upsetting, when I turned out to be right.”

“You know when girls would have this sense of danger about someone they just met and it turns out they’re a murderous psycho planning to rob or kill them? We all have those. It’s our body calculating the micro-movements of people around us.” “Is that from those serial killer documentaries you like so much?” “Deadass,” she deadpanned. “I don’t know if I should believe you or laugh,” I tell her. She slaps my arm. “Shut the fuck up, that’s true. But seriously, trust your gut. I know you’re super smart otherwise, you won’t be qualified to be your boyfriend’s assistant, but couple it with your gut feeling then you’ve got the perfect combo to sort through shit,” she finishes her rant with a big bi