Faith Trust And Pixie Dust Novels & Stories

McCoy calmly asked. 'I think I do.' He's avoided Jeffrey's eyes. 'Tell me.' 'The people's trust, I lost it,' he sighed. 'There's only so much I have promised without fulfillment. Now they think I'm full of shit.' Mr. McCoy smiled. 'Well, my dear friend, That, right there, is just an ordinary dutiful problem in a pile of many others. But YOUR problem here, I mean the one that resulted in all this, is greed and not the people as you strongly want to deceive me as well as yourself.'

She wanted to believe Peter, but the pain and betrayal she felt made it hard to trust him again. "Why should I believe you? Tell me why should I trust you now?" Scarlet spat, her voice venomous. "You lied to me Peter, you fucking lied to me, manipulated me...almost killed me..." Peter took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "I know I don't deserve your trust, but I'm begging you, Scarlet. Please believe me. I'll do anything to make it right." Scarlet shrugged, disappointment written all over her face. "Peter, you can't undo what has been done. You can't bring back the broken trust "

I murmur, my voice a mere whisper amidst the clamor of the crowd. Trust. I hear him whisper. The word echoes in my mind, a beacon of clarity from my recent findings. With a faint smile playing on my lips, I muster the last remnants of my strength. "Trust," I declare, my voice stronger now, infused with newfound resolve. Talerion's betrayal severed the bond between humans and Faeries, shattering the foundation of trust upon which it was built. In its wake, distrust festered like a poison, giving rise to the atrocities committed against us. The abduction of daughters, a grim reminder of the consequences of betrayal and the lengths to which they would go to maintain control.

Felicity * "You were right. Things would be different if I hadn't played this game. But I got impatient and didn’t wait for your 18th birthday to find you. I’m sorry for entering your life with a fake identity. I don’t know whether you trust me or not, but the truth is that only my identity was fake; I wasn’t." "But then, I couldn’t do a thing to change my past. Not that I’m willing to," I added, knowing very well that I could change my past by using Aunt Evangeline’s power. "I really loved you back then, and no matter how hard you try to deny it because of your anger, I know you just can’t. I was a kid then, and I didn’t realize that one lie can turn into many lies, which can then lead to t

"We can work together. I just want control over certain resources and not the throne." Staring into his eyes, it was masked with stubbornness but somewhere in there I just knew it would be easy to convince him instead of using my spell. "I have never met a witch before. There has been many superstitious beliefs about them. One of which is that they lack trust. I cannot trust you." I rolled my eyes and tapped into the deep energy inside my body. My eyes remained close as I tried to force my way into his mind. "Look at me!" I demand after opening my eyes.

"You did great, Rachel. I told you, once Noah sees the truth about Stephanie, he'll start realizing how much of a mistake it was to let you go." Rachel allowed herself a small smile, though her nerves still fluttered. "You really think it's working? He hasn't said anything directly to me yet." Vanessa scoffed, setting her glass down. "Oh, it's working. Trust me. Men like Noah-once they start doubting someone, it's almost impossible to come back from it. Stephanie's squeaky-clean image is shattered. He'll connect the dots soon enough. Rachel chuckled softly, yet a part of her was uneasy about the whole thing. She poked at her plate, her appetite suddenly fading despite the delicious meal befo

"I have endured lies from masters. Do not insult me with the clumsy lies of an apprentice." The sheer, contemptuous force of Davidson's presence shattered Julian's composure. The young man crumpled, his shoulders slumping. "It was just… it was just one grant. A drop in the bucket. I have debts… my uncle's legal fees…" "This," Davidson said, the volume in his voice lowering to a deadly whisper, "was not a grant. This was a trust. The trust of the people who believe in this foundation. The trust of the kids that see it as a lifeline. The trust of my son." He gestured toward Michael without taking his gaze away from Julian. "You didn't steal from a corporation. You stole from hope itself. That

“I’ll get the paperwork started.” Paige shook her head and laughed. “You want romance? How about this: I’m trusting you.” My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t even thought of how much I was asking her to trust me by doing this. She seemed to have such an easier time of it since our trip to England that I’d forgotten to think about trust at all. But Paige really was putting her whole life, her whole future, into my hands. I knew that she was the end of women for me, that even if she’d left me I’d continue letting her live in my house and funding her dreams forever, but she had only my word to go on.

“I went to see the mage back after I had a second bought with missing time. They couldn’t tell me much about the spell, only that there were leftover bits and pieces. He described it like the dust left behind on moving day. You know it’s there, it covers everything, you can see it, but you can’t figure out what it was before it was dust.” “Ew, that’s gross. “ “Yeah, as soon as he described it like that, I instantly wanted a shower.” “Fine. I’ll give that the goddess has played a fine trick on us and put us together. But can you see it from my side of this situation? Sure, I’d love nothing then fuck you until you can’t see straight, but how can I trust you after all the years of waiting to se

Chapter 239: The Confusion Diana's pov The Crystal Blue pack had been associated with the Crescent pack only recently and I couldn't help my suspicion from rising as I took a step back and nodded that I was fine. Trusting was by far the hardest thing that man had ever indulged in, placing your faith in the wrong person was just as setting a bomb on yourself. It was bound to blow up. “I'm fine thank you, I just spaced off for a bit,” I said before moving to walk away.