I Don't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

It may take me a lifetime but who said that I'm gonna give up this soon? I tried walking in the street as other people do. They should never find out that I'm still in my normal mind, that they didn't completed their plan on me. I should not be complacent with things because their eyes are everywhere. I can trust no one in this place. No one knows who's genuine among all of them, I mean it, literally. Because sometimes, non-human beings seem even more humane- you know what I mean, right? So, in this kind of nature, how will I find a person that I can trust? Where can I find a person that'll help and understand me?

My phone buzzes with messages, emails, reminders,but I ignore them all. I need to think. I need to figure out who the hell I can actually trust. Because suddenly, it doesn’t feel like that list includes anyone.

The letter's warning echoed in my mind: Trust no one completely, not even those who claim to love you. Maybe it was time I stopped relying on others to save me and started saving myself.

She sat up and wriggled her hand to get rid of the pain she was feeling. "Aurora?" "Yes, Dad?" "Do you know you can be betrayed by someone you trust?" "I do." "I don't think you do. You see, in this life, you shouldn't trust someone too much. You can trust only yourself." "But I trust you, Dad. I do." "Don't trust me. I don't even trust myself. So, don't trust me. The only person you can trust and depend on is yourself. Do you understand? "I do."

“Why are you so set on everyone wanting to betray you? The household will be loyal to only you. You will…” “That’s not how it works. I want to be prepared.” I stand my ground, fighting not to lower my gaze. It’s not like people have been abusive and mean all my life. Besides Nate, Gilda, and Alex, there isn’t anyone I can really trust even in this world. I really don’t want to add more, but I guess that can’t be helped. “Also, all you do is talk about how bad your realm is, how cunning vampires are, and about how they don’t believe in love,” I add quickly, hoping to cover my sad thoughts.

DON'T TRUST ANYONE. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!!

"I'm not a stranger, I'm a nice person." I defended myself and he chuckled softly. He yawned and stared at me for a while. "You do look like a good person," he paused and stared at me for a while. "But I don't know, I do not trust people again. I've been betrayed in the past so it makes it difficult for me to trust people." Yeah, I wish I could tell him that I had also been betrayed by people but I couldn't. I just played along with everything.

“All the girls are interested in is my money and my fame. They wanna be a notch on my bedpost, my arm candy, my spoiled bitch of a girlfriend.” “So why do you even take them home?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t trust anyone, Els. Only my family. Too many people have betrayed me for me to give that shit out like it’s candy on Halloween.” His eyes conveyed his meaning: he didn’t trust me either. That was cool. I didn’t particularly trust him. “I don’t blame you,” I replied softly, looking away. “I don’t trust anyone either. It’s more hassle than it’s worth.”

"And you shouldn't doubt me. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn't be bringing you fucking soup and watching over you day and night. It’s not really on my bucket list.” "I'm not saying I don't trust you, Lucas," I pointed. "I'm wondering why I trust you. I'm sure you don't know but I don't trust anyone that easily. Chase is the only person I let in. I even doubt my own father. So don't take it personally."

It took me three months to get our company retreat venue down to $200 a head. All 120 people in the company thought it was a steal, and they couldn't stop telling me so. Then Chloe, the new intern, tagged me in the company group chat. "Ryan, Cookie says this lodge will do $150 a person. You quoted $200. Where did the other fifty go?" Our boss decided on the spot: "Chloe's running the retreat." And all hundred-plus people in the company decided I'd been taking kickbacks. I stared at the screen and typed two words. "Sounds good." What she didn't know was that the $200 was a family rate, one I'd earned by working three months as a server for my dad. The public price? It starts at $380