Faith Trust And Pixie Dust Novels & Stories

The way Petunia had cried instead of speaking this morning. What if someone was behind it? What if Petunia knew more than she let on? What if Marcus was right ... and there was a man out there who had her heart while she had my last name? I didn’t want to believe that. But I’d been in business long enough to know: you don’t trust blind. And in this case, blind trust might be the reason I was watching my world collapse. Marcus sat back down beside me. “Don’t be a fool, Smith. Not again.”

You are too capable, too ambitious, to be trustworthy. Trust is not part of the contract, William, Mimi reminded him, standing firm. The contract is a transaction. I will perform flawlessly for thirty days, and you will pay me. My independence is my only security. My ambition is my shield. You can choose to believe a piece of paper or you can choose to believe the woman who saved your family reputation thirty minutes before it was ruined.

"It's trying to warp your mind." But Fah didn't answer. She continued to stare at It with suspicious and mistrusting eyes, as if she believed what the whisper had told her. Uncle Daeng sighed heavily. "Mistrust... is going to consume us. This is what the aquarium wants." "The truth... is darkness. Seek it... and become a part of it." "Mistrust... is the seed of disaster. Plant it... and reap its harvest..." "Welcome... to becoming a part of Triton... the eternal Watcher... forever..."

“I spent my whole life believing I could buy time and people. Now I understand that time is the only judge I cannot bribe.” “Are you willing to be just a supporting character in my story?” Helena leaned forward, her gaze fixed on his. “To watch the Phoenix fly high, perhaps even higher than your group, without trying to put your hands on it? To see me with other partners, other investors, without using your power to interfere? Because trust requires that you accept my total absence of control from you.” There was a long pause. The old Caio would have exploded, would have spoken of protection or strategic partnerships. The Caio of now simply nodded slowly, with visible but contained pain.

“Felix, please I'm sorry. I feel all of this is just surreal. I mean, you fathering the children of another man looked suspicious and suggestive to me. I'm a little unsure of all of these things. I just hope things don't get complicated in the future" “ I understand you, dear. Trust is expensive, and I don't expect you to trust me, especially because Clyde is my enemy. You must think I have ulterior motives for asking you to keep his children for me. Maybe this is all you ever believe about me. Perhaps, Clyde's ill and unloving attitude towards you had forced you into believing that all men are the same. You know, I cannot force you to do anything or trust me” Felix narrowed his eyes back

“But I’m just a weakling, as your men call me. ‘Faggot.’ I believe Tristan will ease your distress.” Scuttling past her, she clasps my arm, voice brutal and unwomanly. “Don’t make promises if you know you won’t keep them. In this place, your word is your bond. You don’t take it back.” If she thinks I’ll spill my mind’s content to her, she’ll have to grow older than Methuselah, because I ain’t doing such. Trust is lethal in this life, but suicidal in this world. Seventy hours have taught me enough.

There's a wise saying that goes, "A person who has wronged a trustworthy individual can never regain their trust. Even if they toil to prove they are now a good person, the trust is already broken and cannot be mended." So, hearing Tyler wanting to talk about us getting back together and all that nonsense irked me to the bone marrow. I didn’t want to hear anything about it anymore. Nevertheless, I let him keep hope alive. Hope is a reason for many to live and for others to make foolish decisions, such as investing in a Ponzi scheme and believing it will make them rich even in the afterlife. "As for the eatery, we will have to sell it off and donate the money to the community. We don’t need i

By priorit Isabella had a mysterious and unreadable expression on her face, showing no hint of her thoughts or emotions. She sat in her chair, tapping her fingers on the armrest in a rhythmic pattern. "Trust is a delicate and vulnerable aspect of relationships that can be easily broken or destroyed. It is crucial for us to exercise caution and avoid being naive, particularly when taking into account our financial constraints. We need to be mindful and prudent in our decision-making, ensuring that we make informed choices given our limited financial resources."

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."