I Don't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

He threw his finished cigarette outside before putting his hands on his pockets. Tch. Trust, eh? Is there anyone out there you can trust? Trusting is impossible nowadays. Trusting is dangerous. Anyone can betray you and stab you in the back, anywhere, anytime. Sometimes, the person you trust the most is the one who will stab you in your back. That's why I don't trust anyone. Not even my so-called 'squad'. Not even my parents. Not even Agape. "Let's meet at a club later. Good job, Celine. Continue the good work." He passed me by, opened the door behind me and left. I turned around but he's already gone. My brows furrowed.

"I've never had anybody on my side. I've never had anybody who has tried to protect me. You say all the right things, Adam. And you do all the right things to make me lean towards you. But the fact is, you could turn around one day and stab me in the back. I'm going to keep waiting for that day because I don't know how to trust people. Not anymore. I don't even know if that word exists in my vocabulary." I immediately get to my feet. "We are––"

And then my mate that was supposed to love me and everything wasn't my mate and he betrayed me. I am not going to trust anyone, I am going to show the world that there isnt a good person left. If I could be betrayed and almost killed then everyone should be watching their backs. I know it's stupid but I feel like this is all a sign for the rest of the world.

I said lazily, letting out a heavy sigh. Earlier, I was thinking of not telling him about my condition yet, but now I just want to stay away from him because of what I found out. I don’t want to make it a big deal, but my trust issues are getting worse! I feel like anyone can easily deceive me! Even him. Even though he’s supposed to be the only person I completely trust, he can still manipulate me. And it hurts! I can’t accept it! That’s why I feel like this! It’s frustrating!

"I have been fucked up since before him but guess what the only thing that gets me through the day is because I know I have to be there for my brother and my parents or else I may be the monster people run from." He looks back at me and looks concerned and worried. "I tried to make sure I was still the girl who loved flowers and sometimes I am but other days I am a fucked up person. Have you ever wondered I have never told any secret to you in my life it is because I was taught not to trust people. It takes me years to trust someone," I tell him. "So just imagine that I trust someone and fall in love with them. Then they turn into a monster. So now I just trust myself. So excuse me asshole f

I finally said feeling exhausted. “What do you mean?” Elliot asked and I shook my head not wanting to look at him. “I want to trust you. I would like to trust you since you took the time to come to visit me, but I just have a hard time trusting people and knowing how to be around them. There isn't anyone that I trust besides my mom and I'm starting to shut her out.” I said as I finally got up and moved to sit on the other couch across from him. “I've been dealing with this for so many years. People scare me because I don't know what they'll do. What will they think once they find out how much of a freak I am? Everyone is always on eggshells around me.”

Our courage and commitment would be a strong foundation in this struggle. "Don't flatter me too much. I once trusted you and Eric completely, without a hint of suspicion, let alone making accusations. But what happened? My trust was completely taken away. So, don’t give your full trust to anyone, including me!" My words were firm and blunt, reflecting the bitter experiences I had endured. The courage to speak like this was part of the healing process and self-protection. Despite the trust being built, it was important to remain vigilant and not repeat the same mistakes. This situation taught that trust must be built carefully and shouldn't be given lightly.

“So someone here is helping them.” “Or was.” My eyes snapped to his. “You mean the man from earlier—” “Was one of them,” Dante finished. My chest tightened. “But not the only one.” Silence filled the room, heavy and unsettling. I glanced toward the door instinctively, like someone might be standing there, listening, watching. “That means I can’t trust anyone,” I whispered. Dante’s gaze returned to me. “You shouldn’t have been trusting anyone to begin with.”

Lester stops us from arguing. “Yes, I do not usually tell everything to all of you because I am not like that person. Is it my fault that I don’t like sharing about myself with everyone? I am also like this to our other friends. If you don’t trust me, this friendship is useless because we can’t try to trust each other.”

They're all the same, heartless. My whole body was completely devastated, they were not going to stop doing shits that will make me feel so worthless. It's now hard for me to trust in the people around me, I lost it. I don't know who to believe and trust anymore. It's only Jennifer who can assure me that she will never break me.