Loyalty Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Amelia spoke up, "I make great coffee and I can make it to be a good negotiator." Her mind mocked, "Really!" Chris chuckled, "Good negotiator, very well then. And coffee is a major requirement." Amelia smiled a little. Chris was about to ask something again but got stopped as a voice came from right behind Amelia. "Do you think of yourself as a loyal person?" It was Nathan and the words froze Amelia. Nathan walked past her and stood beside Chris as his eyes held Amelia captive. Amelia got dumbfounded, "What?" "Loyalty is Royalty, Miss Zones. And a very important quality that we want to see in our employees." Nathan stated in a cold voice, "So, do you consider yourself loyal?"

He fit effortlessly, even in a room designed to exclude him. When the toast came, I stood, raising my glass. “To a successful quarter, and to the team that made it possible.” Everyone clapped. Then Adrian’s voice cut through the noise. “And to loyalty,” he added, lifting his own glass with a smirk. “In work and… elsewhere.” A few nervous chuckles spread. Gloss tilted his head, smiling politely. “Loyalty’s rare these days,” he said smoothly. “Especially from people who like to talk about it the most.”

After 100, loyalty had three color tiers: red, purple, and gold. Red stood for Blazing Devotion, purple was Unbreakable Oath, and gold meant Eternal Bond. Griffin's loyalty was only 59, which wasn't even enough to unlock his special ability. Hayley wanted to strangle this natural-born troublemaker who clearly intended to betray her. Nobody in their right mind would keep this person. Still, he was only one point short of the minimum threshold, and his half-zombie trait was too valuable to pass up. "What do you like? I'm the captain. I'll make sure you get something nice for joining our team," Hayley said, hoping to boost his loyalty.

"It’s a funny thing, isn't it? People think it’s something you earn. They think it’s about love or respect. But they’re wrong. Loyalty is about understanding where the power lies. It’s about knowing which hand feeds you and which hand can crush you." "You don't know the first thing about loyalty," I said, my voice shaking but audible. I felt the sharp edge of the letter opener pressing against the skin of my forearm, hidden inside my sleeve. It was a tiny piece of metal, almost a joke compared to his weapon, but it was all I had.

Sydney smirked, arms crossed like she was already rehearsing her victory. I let my breath out slowly, shaping each word like a blade hidden in silk. “I’ve learned that loyalty is not soft. It isn’t quiet. It isn’t simple. Loyalty is hard. It’s jagged. It asks for pieces of you, and sometimes it takes more than it gives. But when you choose it—when you stay—it defines you.” Nico’s hand squeezed mine where it rested at my side. He was radiant, convinced this was about him, about us. That I was painting him as the man worth staying for.

“I just want to make sure of something. Your loyalty.” Liora clenched her teeth. “Loyalty? I’ve done everything you asked. I went on media appearances, answered those ridiculous questions, let people speculate about me and Arga. What more do you want?” Devandra slammed his hand on the glass table between them. Bang! The sound made Liora flinch. “Loyalty isn’t just about what you do, Liora.” He leaned forward, eyes sharp. “It’s about what you think. And I can see it in your eyes… you’re starting to doubt.”

Dark. ​Every face of every man I had hired, every lieutenant I had paid, every guard I had trusted to protect this compound flashed through my head. Lev. Tymoteusz. The outer patrol leads. I had bought their allegiance with pure, unyielding power and bags of cash. But loyalty built on fear and greed was a ghost; the second a bigger shadow stepped into the light, it vanished. ​I had built a fortress out of concrete and steel, thinking the world outside was my only enemy. I had forgotten that concrete only keeps out the cold. It doesn't stop the rot already living in the wood.

He walked away to finish wiping down the bar stools and tables. I pulled my phone from my pocket, swiping it open to see who’d texted. The G***l logo appeared in my notification bar, half of the message previewed below it. I tapped it, feeling the color drain from my face as I read the subject line: Loan forbearance period ended– Action required. “Fitz,” I called, my excitement deflating like a punctured balloon. “Yeah?” He looked up. “What's the strongest drink you've got?”

, she says so casually until I glare at her, causing her face to turn pink. “What’s so special about these sneakers he wants?” I find myself asking to distract myself from popping Jonny’s head from his shoulders. “Nothing really, they’re just some blue Nike high-top sneakers. It’s getting them in Jonny’s size that’s the problem”, Loyalty says with a shrug. It does surprise me that almost everything around Loyalty is a brand name these days. She was never one for brand names. I guess when you grow up without it in your life, it’s just not that important! However, my two-year-old has Nike sneakers too, so I’m curious if this was a new desire or if she’s just not even aware of it herself.

Ursa’s culture was built on loyalty-- to the nation, to family… to lovers. Ursa finally glanced over at her husband. That was her person now. Her loyalty, her appreciation… her love, it was all for him now. Soon, though, that love would be tested.