Faith Trust And Pixie Dust Novels & Stories

"I've been managing that particular complication for six months. He's loyal enough for now." *Loyal enough for now* is not the same as *loyal.* "You don't trust your own assistant." "I trust his usefulness. That's not the same thing." He straightens the photograph and slides it back into the drawer. "Trust is a liability in this kind of work, Mia. You of all people should understand that." I stand up to leave. At the door, I stop. "Thirty-five thousand," I say. "That's what I owe you." "Yes."

“Why does it seem like I’m just an obligation to you?” “That's not true! Here am I? Rushed you to the hospital? Am fighting for us. But I need you to trust me”,I implored, my voice as steady as possible. “It's about our future, our baby.” She gazed away, with tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "It's hard to trust when I see you caught up with her. What if she manipulates you into doing something you don't want? I reached out and squeezed her hand lightly. "I swear to you, that'll never happen. I don't love Amethyst, Alexa. I don't want her. It's business, keeping our enterprise afloat for our families. I just need you to believe me.".

"Darling, you can't steal what was freely given up." Around us, I could see phones being discretely raised, society vultures capturing every moment for their I*******m stories "Ladies and gentlemen," Dustin announced with practiced authority, "allow me to introduce my pathetic ex-wife, Fiona Mason. Though I suppose you're using whatever name you deem fit now, after you lost the right to mine." My heart hammered against my ribs, but I refused to let them see me break. "Dustin, whatever sick game you're playing—" "This isn't a game, sweetheart. This is a public service announcement. A warning about exactly who they're dealing with." His smile was cruel. "About what happens when you trust someo

She was just there to mock me. "Stella," Fabian called my attention. "Trust us. I know it's too much to ask, but just this once." "I am not even sure who to trust. Look," I reclined from the chair I was seated in, "I'm just new here. Maybe you can understand why I'm not that easy to convince. Trust is an investment; no one has ever earned much."

The bitch was bat-shit crazy but I loved her for it because she added color to my boring life. "Whatever it is you're planning, I'll have to think about it before I follow through with you." "Oh, please. Just trust me." Yeah, right. I rolled my eyes. Whenever Paige asked me to trust her, she was going to do something crazy. "And you're not allowed to say no." She wiggled her brows and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Oh, please…have a little faith in me. Oh, ye woman of little faith." She made a sad face.

Others may understand her far too well. This story explores complicated emotions, forbidden desires, family fractures, power imbalances, and the desperate human need to be seen. It is about the cost of silence and the courage required to reclaim your life after years of shrinking yourself for the comfort of others. At its heart, Beautifully Unfaithful asks a simple question: What happens when the person who vowed to love you stops seeing you? And what happens when someone considered to be off-limit finally does? Thank you for trusting me with Laurel's story.

He didn't answer but his silence was stronger than any words he might have spoken. I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. The heaviness of everything crashed down on me — my dad accused of treason, the death of my ex-mate, the pack's hatred towards me. And now, this locket seems to pose danger to the pack. "I don't have the slightest idea who to trust any longer," I said, my voice shaking. Xavier's expression softened, and briefly, he looked less like the cold Alpha and more like a man who's concerned about me. "Trust is earned, Hazel," he said softly. "And, sometimes, even the ones we love the most can double-cross us."

That he never loved me. That is the one thing that would end me. Leah tsks and looks at me pityingly. “Wow, what a tragedy. Poor Fiona is still so sure about her trust in her husband despite hearing the truth from her very ears. You disgust me with your stupid hope. I showed you what Micah is really like. What he really feels about you behind your back and yet, you doubt your own ears. What do you want to call Micah for? To hear more lies from his mouth? Well, stupid girl, if you don’t trust your ears, maybe you will trust your eyes?”

"A puppet. The Syndicate is using her to legitimize their takeover. She's the face of the operation, the one the public will see and trust." "But James trusted her," May said, her voice filled with confusion. "He loved her. How could she betray him like this?" "Love is blind," Alex said, his voice cold. "And trust is a luxury we can't afford." May looked at him, her eyes filled with anger and frustration. "You always say that," she said. "But what's the alternative? Are we supposed to trust no one? To live in a world where everyone is a potential enemy?" "In this situation?" Alex said, his gaze unwavering. "Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."

If they weren’t going to share their magic we were going to invent our own wonders. Peace, it would seem, was hardly an option after that. Did the human wish for the fae to share their magic? Every chance they got. The fae were far too distrusting of us, though. They saw how we would fight amongst ourselves and kill in cruel, unspeakable ways. Trust: the simple act of believing the best in someone was not on anyone’s mind.