Loyalty Stories Novels & Stories

We were sitting, eating, and talking, and damn, if it didn't feel natural. Other than Deloris, I rarely just sat and talked. It was always about business or with a goal in mind. This was different, relaxing and yet stimulating. "How what works?" I asked. "Your loyalty and devotion. They have to be earned?" I hadn't thought about it, but yes. "Either earned or lost. What about you? Do you just give them blindly?" "No. I guess you're right. I've been burnt, and well, I think they do need to be earned. I'm sorry I took off today. I wasn't thinking about Deloris or you or Isaac. I was thinking about Chelsea."

I didn’t smoke, but I took it anyway. We stood in silence, the wind tangling through our hair. “You ever think we lost this war before it started?” she asked. “All the time.” “Think we were stupid to believe we could rewrite the rules?” “Maybe.” She took a drag. “But then I remember why we started.” I looked at her. “Why did you start?” She exhaled slowly. “Because I wanted to believe loyalty could still mean something.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Do you still believe it?”

I know challenges would always come but I would always overcome because I have people who genuinely love and care for me, people I love equally as much and most of all, I have God who loves me unconditionally and is always there for me. This was all I needed, no rush, no ticking clock, just enjoying the moment. Well, this is me. I'm Titilola Gregg and this is my story. **** AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS WHERE WE SAY GOODBYE TO THIS STORY, THANK YOU FOR READING.

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

-Lidia, Lidia dear friend, I still remember when we met, we were still teenagers, we were in high school, I still remember how I met you, two girls, just like us were teasing me because I was the new girl in the school and in the classroom, so they took advantage of this and brought me as a commission, and once I was alone in the bathroom and they came in to hit me, they were about to do it when you came in and defended me from them, I thanked you, after this embarrassing episode we did not separate, always friends, always accomplices, but always you so sure of yourself, but how could I not be, she was very loved by her parents at home, She was the only woman of three brothers, so they alway

Lucas lent me a loan because I had promised him I would use the money for some business I was working on. After my payment was confirmed, I drove out of the bar premises with alcohol leading the way. I couldn't even remember how I drove home without getting into an accident. I walked into the sitting room and was taken aback to see my mom sitting and sipping a cup of hot coffee. She stared at me with looks of disappointment deeper than I'd ever seen before. In a saddened tone, she inquired, “So this has become your life now” Yes, Mom, “I love it there”. “It's the only place I get the peace I crave for, away from the responsibility of being the perfect Lawrence, away from following Dad’s ever

I would still need to prove myself to them that they hadn’t misplaced their loyalty in me. “I understand that I need to give loyalty down if I want loyalty up. I will earn your forgiveness. I know a mere ‘sorry’ will not return what we’ve lost. I understand trust is earned and respect is given while loyalty is shown. I will not let your loyalty in me turn you into fools. Like an army, a family’s strength is in its loyalty to each other. Blood makes you related, while loyalty makes you blood. I promise I will lead the Romano family to rise from the ashes. We will rain fire on the Saconne family and return to them ten-fold the suffering they gave us. This I promise to you all.”

She had expected to face their children, perhaps even one or two of the parents, but she had never expected to see them all, united in a single, devastating front. "So," Yvonne Wilson began, her voice a low, steady cadence that seemed to vibrate in the silence of the warehouse. "The ghost finally returns to the light. And after all these years, Linda, you still haven't learned the most basic lesson of our world: loyalty isn't a commodity to be traded; it’s the foundation of everything we built."

Only hers had. Her phone vibrated. Jesse calling. She watched his name flash across the screen until the call ended. A few seconds later it rang again. This time she switched the phone off completely and tossed it onto the bed. Silence returned. She leaned back against the headboard and closed her eyes. For years she'd believed loyalty was the easiest promise to keep. Love could fade, dreams could change, money came and went, but loyalty was a choice people made every single day. She had chosen Jesse every day. When his business struggled she'd taken extra assignments without complaining. She'd paid the rent when he couldn't, covered the electricity, filled the refrigerator, canceled vacatio

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