Love Don't Trust Anyone Novels & Stories

Good job, don't be persuaded anymore, even if his lollipops are delicious, you have to hold it back,’ Amanda thought. "I will not change my decision!" Amanda replied firmly. Darko flung an arm from its grip on Amanda's waist. "Ouch, shit!" cursed Darko so furiously. "What else do you doubt about me? I've slammed my pride because I love you. This is really bad luck!" complained Darko. "If you've never felt hurt and wasted by falling in love, you won't know what it feels like to be me. Just a word of love that comes out of your mouth cannot fully heal my heart. I need time to build trust for a man,"

He no longer looks so sure. “Gwen, please don’t be like this. Just listen.” I shook my head. “I have had enough of listening to your nonsense. If you did not want to tell me your reason for ditching our wedding, then there’s no point in listening to you. I had enough.” “You love me.” Damon blurted out as a last-ditch effort to convince me to listen to him. Our eyes met. “Love means trust. You should have trusted me. If you had problems, you should have told me. We should be partners, but you chose to do things on your own without informing me. I don’t even know you anymore.” I shook my head to deliver my point.

Leo put his palm on his shoulder and Christian turned to him, smiling. “Very few people in this world can do what you have done!” Leo said, patting his shoulder. It’s a rare kind of love in the world where people keep expectations in relationships. But you gave up everything.” “Love cannot live without trust,” Christian said. “She loves me but doesn’t trust me. The more I tried to win her trust, the more she doubted my intention.” He said and Leo nodded his head. “And who is the one who broke her trust?” Daniel sneered. “You, Christian Knight! So it’s better if you stop playing the sympathy card. She left us because of your games!!” He spat and turned to leave.

“Not Ironwood. Not Donovan. You. If you keep making decisions alone, staying cold and isolated, you’ll turn into exactly what Donovan calls you—a tyrant.” “Then tell me what I should do. Cry in front of everyone? Show weakness so the packs can watch me fall apart?” “I want you to act like a person!” Helena raises her voice. “Trust your counsel. Trust your sister. Trust that the people who care about you won’t run away just because things get hard.” “Love.” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “You want to talk about love? The man who swore to stand by me left without a goodbye. Forgive me if I’m not feeling trusting right now.”

She’s seated at a table with Ren and Jason and a few others, palms pressed to the glass, smiling wide — eyes locked on Damion like he’s the answer to a prayer she didn’t deserve to have answered. Something sharp crawls under my skin. Uneasy. Persistent. Like one of those scarab beetles from The Mummy, burrowing where it doesn’t belong. “Even if I admit I’m in love with him,” I murmur, “I still don’t trust him with my heart.” Kiara nods slowly. “Wise.” There’s sympathy in her eyes. I hate that look. The club quiets all at once — like someone flipped a switch and stole the air. The anticipation presses down, thick and electric.

Cleo and Damon were even more convinced that something was wrong. "Where are you taking me?" asked the girl who had made such a mess. "Shut up, Calista, just follow my brother!" "But I need to know where they're taking us, Asteria!" "Don't you trust me?" said Asteria flatly but emphatically. Her voice was so calm yet chilling. "But, Aster-" "Shut up! Shut your mouth! Weren't you embarrassed enough earlier? Hah!" snapped Aresh, who had had enough of the girl's ramblings.

she said again, sounding desperate. "I can't trust you with the truth," he just said, avoiding contact with her probing eyes. "Everyone thinks you work for the enemy… everyone but me. You've got to trust me." "Why?" "Because I'm the only one you can trust." “I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers. “Please,” Alicia begged. “I need to know.” Damon took a deep breath. “Okay, but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out.”

She snapped, suddenly getting angry. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ve been sucked in by her pretending to be a good person.” Maeve didn’t pretend, Noelle wanted to say, she was straightforward blunt. “Well, I spoke to her and guess what? She said she didn’t trust me. Thanks to you and all the things I had to do for you, she doesn’t trust me and even after everything I’ve done for you, you don’t trust me either.” She rubbed her head, sighing again.

A horrific murder had taken place the night before. "A famous actress was found brutally murdered in her home. Her heart had been carved out. The suspect is none other than her former lover, a wealthy CEO…" Then, the screen flashed to a face that was both familiar and foreign to me. It was Elliot. He had killed Chelsea and dug out her heart. I clapped a hand over my mouth in shock. Staggering backward, I accidentally knocked over the vase of roses on the table. The petals scattered across the floor, and a letter slipped out from between the flowers.

The smirk on his face made my heart flutter for some reason I couldn't understand. He pushed his seat back and offered me his hand. I quietly walked toward him. When I placed my hand on his huge palm, Don pulled me on his lap and wrapped one of his arms around my waist to hold me firmly on his lap. “Did you miss me?” Don's question left me surprised. How could I miss someone who literally bit my pussy. Though, I couldn't say that out loud. I forced a small smile on my face and nodded my head. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You know, I hate it when good girls lie to me. Tell me truthfully, Mi Amor. Did you miss me? Or are you afraid of me?” He asked those questions whil