Loyalty Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Yes, it is. It's why I never wanted to feel this way. I don't want to be him. I don't want to drop you off somewhere and go fucking around in the world. I'll never do that to you-” “Cyrus-” “I want to try and I'm going to try. It's just that… lust and loyalty are two opposite sides of a coin. What if I fail?” “What if you don't?” I groaned loud, “You're doing it again. You're making it all sound so easy and doable.”

I say calmly, “is correction.” He laughs once, sharp and humorless. “You always thought you were better than me.” “I think differently from you.” “You’ve wanted my life since we were kids.” I almost correct him. Not his life. Just one part of it. But truth has strategic value only when timed correctly. “You misunderstand motivation,” I say instead. “And you misunderstand loyalty.” The word hangs. Loyalty. Marcus has always defined loyalty as endurance. Staying even when neglected. Remaining even when dismissed. He expected Lydia to wait forever.

With the most devout faith, I swore the blood oath that only core Mafia members would swear: "I, Ivy, swear to the Holy Mother, to remain forever loyal to the Family, to forever protect Alexander and Elena... If I break this oath, may my soul fall into purgatory forever..." Watching the once devout me making a vow, Alexander could no longer control his inner rage. "Ivy, you lying hypocrite! You fake, ungrateful wretch!" He rushed forward, pointing at me through the machine and cursing: "You have the nerve to recall our childhood! Who are you trying to disgust?" "Ten years! You haven't told the truth once! You betrayed your oath; you don't deserve to be our family!" Sure enough, the memory ju

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Gia added. I looked at the faces around the table—the old guard from my father’s era, the younger recruits Zach had brought in. Some stared back defiant, some nervous, a few simply blank. It struck me then how loyalty had different shapes: fear, respect, hunger, faith. The trick was knowing which one you were feeding. “We’ll run background checks again,” I said. “Quietly. Use the old ledgers. Anyone with unexplained debts or family in neutral territories gets isolated until we know more.”

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Riskkkkkkkkk I learned from my parents and a few friends I had when I was a teenager they would always go to parties they had series of boyfriends which I think is not the right decision because clearly theres nothing y'all want to be doing in these relationships it's just a trade by batter kind of relationship and for me I know what love looks like I mean not all but from my parents I know what you should do decided to be committed to each other. I know what it means to be loyal I mean like what it looks like to be loyal and once your loyalty isn't tired to nothing superior than you once your loyalty is not tied to God, your loyalty can't be tired substantially anywhere else because God is

“People like Lena.” The name lingered. Complicated. Messy. Dangerous. Aria hesitated. “Lena betrayed me.” “She also helped you survive.” “That doesn’t erase what she did.” “No,” Adrian agreed. “But it makes her useful.” Aria looked away briefly. Thinking. Calculating. Then— “She’s not loyal.” “Neither are most people.” A pause. “You build loyalty.” Aria’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And how do you suggest I do that?” Adrian met her gaze.

Fingers crossed I actually have the time to do it tomorrow. I know. I’m sorry. Again. But like I said earlier… it’s been a lot, my sweets. I’m really sorry to disappoint you. But on a lighter note, we have about 30 chapters or so left on From Lies To Loyalty. Yes. We’re actually nearing the end of this amazing book. Can’t believe none of you called it. I suppose that’s because, just like me, you lot don’t want Lizzie and Reese to come to an end either.

I was fucking good at what I did, despite what my dad thought. It wasn’t even a pride thing to me now. It was the principle of it. My dad thought he could walk all over me, and I wouldn’t do a thing about it, but he was wrong. When I graduated, there were other offers on the table. Through the years, I’d had my fair share of other firms trying to poach me and lure me away from Marx Inc. I wasn’t chained to this place. I stayed with my dad’s company out of what was, apparently, a misplaced sense of loyalty to my dad and the business I had helped build. But not anymore. My eyes were wide open now, and I could see I had been wrong.