Faithful A Novels & Stories

Calista wraps his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him. “Don’t make excuses for him, he meant it, otherwise he wouldn’t have said it.” I say with a sigh. This is bad, and it’s my fault. Have I given them reason to doubt me? Have I given them reason to not trust me? No, I haven’t. Since I found out about them I have not kissed or slept with anyone else. I have been 100% faithful even if I didn’t want them, but them. I know it’s wrong to use it, but tough shit. They weren’t faithful. I died for them; I came back for them and they have doubts about me. They can literally go to Hell right now.

Then, to my utter shock, she broke the silence. “Okay.” I blinked. “What?” Faith shrugged, though her eyes held a steely determination. “If it means getting the truth out, then fine. But,” she added, her voice firm, “you make sure that clown keeps her paws off you. Understand?” I stared at her, torn between gratitude for her trust and disbelief that she was actually agreeing to this insanity. “Faith…” She reached out, squeezing my hand. “I trust you, Dominic. Do what needs to be done.”

“She loved you so much, that I regret what I did.” “But it was your job, right?” I said as I closed the piano. Faith scoffed. “My job? Sometimes I wonder what my actual job is,” Faith sighed, “Allorah used to tell me that maybe my job wasn’t to take lives, but to fix that corrupt soul into light, just like her.” “You where opposites, right?” I asked, intrigued. “Yes,” Faith said, looking over his shoulder and smiling. “She was the light, and I was the darkness. But… I really wasn’t darkness… that was you.”

"Until I have certainty, I trust no one—not even you." Cole tensed up, yet his tone stayed composed. "You know I would sacrifice anything for this family." James did not respond right away. Rather, he stood up from his seat and approached the window, his outline enveloped in darkness. “That’s the issue.” "Yes, they would," he replied, pointing to the men outside. "Faithfulness is a disguise that conceals treachery." "And at this moment, I'm attempting to rip it from someone's face."

Jackson commands his pack members to punish Faith for her actions. "STOP! No one touches me without my consent!" Faith asserts her authority with a commanding tone, surprising both Jackson and the pack members as everyone was forced to listen to her and immediately dropped to their knees. "What's happening?" Jackson asks everyone in confusion. "You seemed to forget something, Jackson. I have won the battle for the alpha position of this pack. I am their alpha now. They are going to listen to me." Faith remains composed and steadfast, asserting her strength despite the circumstances.

The joy of their morning victory vanished, replaced by a cold, heavy tension. “It’s a trap,” Killian said, his voice dropping into a dark growl. His wolf instincts were screaming at him not to let Faith walk into the enemy's den. He knows he can't beat you in a fair fight, so he's using a hostage. I know it's a trap, Faith said softly. She looked down at her hands, feeling the incredible, unique power humming inside her. She wasn't afraid. She had just beaten an ancient god: she wasn't going to let a corrupt politician bully her.

Hope chipped in, staring at General Lorin defiantly, just as she used to do to our father. "William, don't let your feelings cloud your judgement. Faith has a block around her mind... I cannot read it. Why would the hunters do that to her if there is nothing to hide?" John said doubtfully. "Enough!" William exploded. "Faith, is there anything you need to tell me? Anything at all? You can trust us, if they're trying to make you do something, just tell me and I'll sort it out, I promise you." William revealed tenderly.

Faith drops to her knees in front of him without hesitation, completely unbothered by the airport floor. "And you," she says, "must be Zion." He looks at her very seriously. "Yes," he says. "Are you Faith?" "I am." "Mummy says you're her best friend." A pause. "She says you're loud." Faith lets out a bark of laughter. "She's not wrong." She extends her hand. "Nice to meet you, Zion Kingsley." He shakes it with great ceremony. "Nice to meet you too." Then, after a moment of visible deliberation: "I like your hair."

she sputtered. “You don’t have to share this, if you’re not ready,” Rick said quickly, hand raised. “No pressure.” “No,” Faith shook her head. “It’s okay. It still hurts to talk about it, but it is what it is.” Taking a deep breath, she continued. “The short version is, he turned out to be extremely allergic to being faithful,” she stated, gazing at Rick as she sipped her tea. “We were together twelve years, married for ten. I came home early from my Friday night dinner out with friends and found him in our bed with some trampy twenty-two-year-old waitress. As a matter of fact, it was a year ago today I caught him.”

She asked. Mateo exhaled and hunched, “Are you going to stay or not?” He asked her – squinting his eyes at her. Faith slowly nodded her head. “I will stay,” She replied. She doesn’t have any option but to trust Mateo. There has to be a reason why her father and Aldo trusted in him. She has to at least try to trust him as well. He seems to like her only choice to learn all about herself – her true self.