Harry Doesn't Trust Anyone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Harry didn't deny Kendrick's sincerity. "But I don't trust you. I've cherished my daughter like a treasure. After entrusting her to you, you treated her like garbage, so now I won't entrust her to you again." Every word he said pierced Kendrick's heart. He had never regretted his attitude toward her back then as much as he did now. "You can go back now. I don't want to see you anymore." After saying this, Harry felt like he had aged several years. After all, making this decision was not easy for him, either.

Suzie was not home. Nothing in the house had been moved, and everything felt cold and empty. Harry went to the bedroom with disbelief and found that it was just as he had left it. Everything he had given to Suzie was still there. He grabbed his phone and began calling Suzie over and over again, but every call remained unanswered. Harry immediately panicked and hurriedly called one of his friends. As soon as the call was picked up, his friend confronted him, and he could not even speak a word.

I want to go to him, hold him, place a chaste kiss on his lips, and reassure him that I do trust him, but I can't do that either. Perhaps I've been deluding myself all this time into thinking that I truly trust Harry. Some part of me might trust him, but a bigger part of me is afraid that if I give myself whole in that, I'm going to regret it, and that beast inside of him is going to come knocking one day and break down everything that we've built together again for the second time.

"That was either the right move or an incredibly reckless one. We just cut off our only inside source right when things are getting dangerous." "I know exactly what I did." Harry stood, pacing to the window, staring out at the city he'd spent his entire adult life trying to conquer. "But I'm done trusting people who'll betray me the moment the numbers work against my favor. I'd rather fight Sinclair blind than fight him with a spy feeding him information about our defense in real time." Catherine crossed the room and stood beside him, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. "What did Robert mean? Something involving the trust board?"

Harry told that he is leaving, he just came here to look for Anna and see how she is doing and how her family is treating her, he is happy that everyone here loves her but he is jealous after seeing this, he just doesn't know why he is scared that Anna will never return back to him, even still have work to do, On the other side : Ava's P O V I don't know what happened to Harry, I don't know where he went? I don't know what he is doing? when I asked his office, they don't even know where he is? he just gave them work and told them that he have some work so he won't be back for a few days, but I don't even know that? I even asked his friends, while they don't even know or they don't want to te

And took me away from Alex and Sophie. I pulled my hand away and asked, "What are you doing?" "Yes, I'm Harry's friend. No one can change that. But listen to me. When I saw Harry in rehab, he told me how much he liked you and wanted to find you. I wanted to help him but I couldn't. I stayed by his side as a friend. I didn't know it was you until you told me. As the days went by, I thought he was looking for you to get back with you, but his behaviour made me doubt that. But I still trusted him. Until I saw what he did to Alex tonight."

When Dean told Mike I not only threatened him but threatened him with silver, Mike was going to lose it. Forcing all thoughts of Dean or Mike from my head, I focused on getting my breathing under control, then went inside. “There you are,” Harry said, setting down the newspaper he was reading. “I take it the day didn’t go so well,” he added after looking me over. With a shake of my head, I said, “I hope you remembered that sundae.” A frown tugged at Harry’s face and he nodded, getting up from his chair. I almost felt sorry for him. Even after all this time, he still held onto the hope that one day the pack would one day wake up and accept me. Yeah, that would never happen.

She asked her the length of the relationship and what had occurred between her and Harry recently. Samantha only opened up that they were both good friends and Harry enjoyed her company so well. She knew she dared not tell her mother that they had actually gone intimate. That only was enough to break her heart and trigger her sickness. " I do not feel comfortable with whatever relationship you are having with Harry. I have told he isn't to be trusted. Even Martins his friend can't even influence him. I don't want things to turn out sore Samantha! " You don't have to be worried Mother, I am being careful and I'm sure Harry isn't the way you see him. Nothing would go wrong in any way Mother" S

But he’s careful, practiced. He loosens the knots slowly, watching me like a man watching a caged animal. When the rope slips free, the blood rings hot where the cord dug in, but freedom tastes like ash. My wrists ache as I flex my fingers, and I stand, knees weak, the room tilting a little with motion. Harry doesn’t let me go far. He follows close, eyes never leaving me — a predator who remembers every favor. “I don’t trust you,” he says. It’s not a statement. It’s a promise.

(Harry's POV) Am I for even real? I doubted myself for the first time in my life. Instead of convincing Roman to forget Anna and go after another hot chick, I went to make him unite with Anna. Instead of enjoying with girls, who had been dying to be with me, I’d been drinking my beer near the lake with a smile on my face. Smile? Oh yeah, why the hell am I smiling? Trust me, I too have no idea. Might be because my cousin succeeded in his love. A true love, in which I failed. And the reason for my failure was, it’s none other than Harry. Yep! Myself.