Nobody Will Ever Believe You Novels & Stories

DON'T TRUST ANYONE. 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜!!!

Matt said. “First, you don’t want to know. And second, soon as I spell it out for you, you won’t believe me.” Chey said. “Try me. I will always believe you; I love you.” Matt responded. “Famous last words.” Chey said. “What? You think I don’t mean them?” Matt asked. “Oh, at that exact moment I’m sure you do. But when faced with something you don’t want to believe in, you won’t” Chey explained.

I added coldly, “if you drop out of the sky again playing hero, or step foot where you don’t belong, I’ll put a spear through your chest and tell the world you earned it.” Silence. “I don’t fucking believe in coincidences,” I said. “I grew up knowing everyone lies. This life wasn’t handed to me with kindness.” I leaned closer. “The first lesson of survival? Trust no one who isn’t you. Everyone else is just waiting for their turn to stab.” “I would never hurt you,” he said. As if I would believe him? He could cut ten people in a single second with a slash of a sword. I would be fool to trust anyone who could wield a sword or direct an arrow.

"You've cried wolf too many times, Cassidy. Now, even when you're telling the truth, no one believes you." She crushed the paper in her fist, rage replacing her earlier despair. "You planned this! You wanted me to catch you!" I said nothing, letting her reach her own conclusions. "I'll tell them!" she screamed, throwing herself against the door. "I'll tell everyone what you did!" "Go ahead," I replied calmly. "But who will believe you now? Especially when there's no evidence." Cassidy looked down at the crumpled tissue in her hand, watching in horror as the water evaporated, taking the ink with it. The words were fading before her eyes, my message disappearing like smoke.

But she still didn’t turn around. “Goodbye isn’t the right word,” she whispered, pushing her sunglasses down onto her nose. “This isn’t the end. I’m just… taking a step.” “A step away from me.” Everlene closed her eyes. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone?” Abigail asked, her voice breaking completely. “Who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask where my mother is?” “Tell them I’m working,” Everlene said, forcing brightness into her tone. She couldn’t look at her daughter—not fully. “Tell them I’m chasing something important.”

“ when are you going to tell her , he dropped the least words that I was expecting to hear from him . Over tge past few days , I had never thought about that , I had never thought it was going to be this way . U looked at Aidan and I could see that he was daring to say the next words , but I knew they bastard too well he was going to say the words whether wad comfortable with it or not . “ So tell me , wheh are you going to tell her that you are just nobody and wheh are you going to reveal your identify to her , I will assume that you love her and you consent want to lie to her or let her find out on her own , that would not only ruin the real ship that you both have and the love and the tru

’ ‘Once he's done with you, he'll discard you like the trash that you are. Who's telling the truth? Who should I believe? My head is spinning in confusion.

Aubrey's POV I'm tired of everything! I don't want to! I'm fed up with all your scams! You always do this! " "Please! Listen to me first before you get angry! All I want to do is to explain everything. "Why! When you explain everything, will the pain go away here? Will my mind forget what you look like when I see you? Can you do it, uh, uh, uh, uh,Not anymore. No matter how hard I try to convince myself that you should be the one to believe, I can't! It's hard to convince yourself, especially if you know what you've seen and everything you say looks like a lie when you try to explain the situation.

He muttered, "I see." Zoey was expecting relief to wash over her, but the weight on her heart seemed to have doubled. Most, if not all, lies would come to light one day, just like how paper would never contain fire. Is there a lie that can remain hidden forever? There would inadvertently come a moment that would expose the lie, one way or another. "Okay, if you say so. I'll just have to believe you. You won't be able to go back on your word in the future."

"Even I can barely believe they're fake when I see them. How can I expect anyone else to trust my word against such convincing evidence?" "Because," my mother said with quiet conviction, "the people who matter—the ones who truly know you—will recognize that no amount of fabricated evidence can change who you are at your core. You've never taken anything that didn't belong to you, never betrayed a confidence, never chosen personal gain over doing what's right."