Faith Trust And Pixie Dust Novels & Stories

“If they agree to help, I’ll introduce you. But I’m not throwing their name out there because I know you might not approve.” Shawn frowned. “That’s not very reassuring.” “Deal with it,” I shot back. “They have proven to me that I can trust them, and that's enough for me.” Mama Felz studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Fair enough. Just make sure you actually contact them and don’t waste our fucking time.” “I will,” I promised. Hazel crossed her arms. “So we’re just supposed to trust that you have some mysterious witch contact who’s going to magically appear and help us?”

There aren’t many Fae artifacts left, and the ones that are in circulation are all devious in some way. “Yes.” Scarlett studies me. “Do you trust it?” she asks. “No. But I trust Cerelia. And my mother. And you.” She laughs, dry and hollow. “You shouldn’t trust me. Not with this in me. I’m not even sure I can trust myself.” I reach for her hand. “Then let me hold that part for you. Until you can again.” Scarlett stares at our hands. “If it takes something from me. If I’m somehow less afterward... will you still-”

A means to an end. Croft saw it too. "They've been betrayed before," he said quietly, coming to stand beside me as my team worked. "By other settlements promising aid. By scavengers. Trust is a currency that's been devalued out here." "I'm not asking for their trust," I replied, my eyes scanning the perimeter where Lyra's Ashes stood in a silent, watchful cluster. "Just their cooperation."

he wavers. Back to my point, right? He does not trust that I can make a sane plan. He does not believe that I can really pull out something. He does not believe that I can actually get myself out of the mess that I myself created. Right? “I am sorry for making you feel that way. I didn’t mean to. It is just that... I don’t get it. Why give them anything? You don’t even need them, B. I am here. And those people? You know very well that you can’t even trust them. People who are swayed by money are so unreliable. They will betray you once they land another better deal. They would sell you out in a heartbeat.”

It wasn’t something he ever thought he’d be doing, but here he was—scrolling through links in a desperate attempt to reclaim the life he had lost to lies and manipulation. Lucian's warning replayed in his head—“Don’t trust anyone completely. Not even the people who claim to love you.” Julian's jaw tightened. He had trusted Cassiel with everything. With his body, his heart, his soul. And it was all for what? A well-designed illusion?

Oh, so that's the MC princess's name. “See, I knew you were smart, but here’s the thing, Pixie. I outsourced that one. Fae’s old man sure had some powerful enemies, and so did Hellfire. Their woman was collateral,” I say, attempting to sound vague. I can't give my entire plan now, can I? That would ruin my fun. “The babies?” She gasps, looking at me with disbelief and sorrow. I like this look on her. I wonder what type she would make when I kill her lovers?

“But let’s not let your daddy know, okay?” Neil thought seriously for a moment, then nodded emphatically. “Yes, I... I promise I won’t say anything.” His tone was firm, as if making an important commitment. His gaze remained innocent yet filled with an unmistakable trust. This trust stirred within me an indescribable sense of responsibility. “Alright,” I replied softly, a gentle smile gracing my lips. “I believe in you.” It wasn’t just words; it was a heartfelt truth. In this complex and deceitful world, Neil’s trust felt like a beam of light, illuminating the darkest corners of my soul.

Everything had come back clean, a model of respectability. But then Qing Lin’s expression shifted, the warmth in her eyes hardening into something sharp and unyielding. “Trust is a fragile thing, isn’t it? It takes years to build, seconds to shatter, and sometimes—sometimes—it’s built on foundations of sand. On secrets kept hidden in offshore accounts, where money flows like water through channels designed to avoid scrutiny. On families who vanish without a trace when they ask too many questions about where that money comes from.”

Rumors spread faster than facts. They always did. I sat in my office, staring at the screen. At the photo. At the story being built around me. Again. Different angle. Same game. My phone buzzed once more. Unknown number. My chest tightened. I opened it. A single message. NEW ALLIES MAKE YOU WEAKER. A second line followed. TRUST IS THE EASIEST WAY TO LOSE. My hands went cold. Because deep down I knew they weren’t entirely wrong. And that was the problem.

Or, like with the eradication of Eclipse, her contacts had made all the difference. Her teacup rattled as she set it in the saucer. “Never fret about giving someone the benefit of the doubt, you can always kill them later.” I frowned, unsure of what she was referring to with the sudden change in direction. “CLAIRE,” she said. “At some point you’ll have to take a leap of faith. Trust is always a leap of faith no matter who is involved.” Swallowing a groan, I picked at the buttons on my gold silk blouse. This was the topic I was trying to avoid. Oh well.