Faith Trust And Pixie Dust Novels & Stories

And since I got to his house, he had not allowed my stepmom to visit. ‘Does it look like I care if she is going crazy?’ Midas said. ‘That is not you talking Midas, that is your fear. That woman loves me and you know it,’ I said. ‘I am not saying she doesn't love you Pixie. All I am saying is that I don't trust her. Except for your father and I, she was the only person that came into your hospital room the day the chemical that was to shut down your heart was injected into your drip,’ Midas said passionately.

"How do we know YOUR voice isn't being manipulated?" Cassandra smiled sadly. "You don't. That's the problem with living in a world where prophecy can be forged and Oracles can be possessed. Trust is the only currency we have left, and it's badly devalued. But I can tell you this—I've spent weeks tracking the truth, and everything I've found points to the same conclusion: someone is orchestrating all of this. The false prophecy about Aurelius. The manipulation of the Council. The lies about Thelma. Even the early arrival of the Void Walkers. It's all connected. All part of someone's plan." "Whose plan?" I demanded.

Mostly. It’s been a rough day. Back-to-back meetings. Clients panicking. Some betrayed us, invested elsewhere, now crawling back. ‘They broke the trust first,’ I said, back in that meeting, eyes locked on the cowards across the table. ‘So we can do the same.’ Helia disagreed, of course. ‘We’re a symbol of trust,’ he said. ‘They’ve learned their lesson. We give them another chance.’ I cut him off. ‘This isn’t a hope foundation, Helia. It’s a business.’

“We were taught it shines bright when it finds error or falsehood. It grows strong where things are wrong. But here… it fades. It grows quiet. It does not find what we came to find.” He turned to face me, his face serious and troubled. “It shows us only what is already in people’s hearts. If there is fear, it feeds it. If there is doubt, it grows. But if there is trust… it has nothing to hold onto. It is not a measure of truth. It is a measure of what we carry inside ourselves.” *** Alexander’s POV

“He owned the lemon orchard I used to start my business. I met him when I was a teenager. I told you, I spent the summer that followed the Miriam incident at my grandparents’ horse ranch. The Don came to buy a pair of horses for his stables. He and I spent hours talking about the theory of organic farming and how to reduce greenhouse gases. I called him a few years later and asked if I could use his orchard to try an experiment. He agreed and within a short time, I purchased his land and began manufacturing the fruit in various products. He is also a limited partner in three hotels I own, but that is only because he wanted a place to stay when he travels. It is easier for him than leasing.”

‘NICE, JUST KEEP IT UP, TRUST AND GO WITH THE FLOW, AIRA. With their voices and words that are still there and provoking me to even dwell into the pit of this entire scene that I could no longer save myself from. My entire being is glued into the fantasy that becomes a reality to my world and now. “Trust.” With the turn magic word to my life right now. I am in a calm emotion and swayed heart for everything that is happening. As Lust is giggling and feeding from the emotion that I do not want to lose no matter what.

" I have known you for years Althea and I know when you tell a lie. Of course, Phoenix must have gotten you out of prison giving you the hope of getting revenge at me. However, he's only using you as a pawn. He will never help anyone, trust me on that..." " Trust?.. " Althea said with a sneer. ".. How do I trust a ruthless Mafia who kills people for fun? How do I trust someone who used me to bare the sins he committed? How do I trust someone whose Dad killed his own brother all for selfish reasons. I'd rather trust Phoenix a million times than to trust you!! " " What? Phoenix told you that? " Oscar asked, stunned that Phoenix would tell such a great lie. However, he was convinced to let the

he glances towards the door, “at least while Pippa is gone.” My eyes flick to the door and then back to his face as I try to keep my expression as plain as possible, trying to decide whether or not to believe him. And even though my wolf yips and urges me to, Faiza’s teachings ring in my head. Trust no one. They, too, are trying to lull you into security. Hold your cards tight – always. “You’re too kind, Elias,” I say with a pretty smile, tilting my head to the side like he’s given me a great compliment that can’t possibly be true. “But honestly, anything you’ve heard about my magical abilities must be much exaggerated.”

"I wonder why you two even care to know if she's truly moved on. It isn't her fault if she has because you didn't trust her and she knows she can't be in a relationship with someone who doesn't trust her. Alexia will always have my trust no matter what, she will always be right to me and as long as you doubt her, you two will always be wrong." "Story for the gods my cute Beta Ciara..." Ruby came to my side and placed her arm on my shoulder. "You see, your trust will be shattered today when you see both of them locking lips together. No one will force you then to know her true colours. I don't compel people to do things, I make sure I provide proofs for them that will make them believe it the

His personal experience had taught him very well that without trust, no matter how strong a foundation was, it remained hollow. His lips formed into a smile which looked little suspicious to Shubham as he spoke with something undeniable in his rough voice “Earning trust is hard but keeping it is precious, once you lose trust you lose everything, the there is no going back, isn’t it MAMA??” He pressed more pressure on ‘MAMA’ word, curling his finger over thighs to stop himself from strangling this piece of garbage even though the hatred, rage and pain growing into his heart was instigating him to thrash him here and there mercilessly till he died but he would not snatch anything more from his