Novel In God We Trust Novels & Stories

Completely forgetting about a certain small brown envelope left at the foot of his king sized bed, with a glistening red thread and a letter of a wine god left unread. — On the other side of South Korea, in a secluded area by the edge of a forest clouded by Mist, a god has fallen asleep. To be exact, it was in a certain office of a huge mansion lined with high walls, a mop of raven hair laid slumped on the desk table. After a week of deliberation on whether they should send a letter or not, they finally gave in. Their right hand is stained with ink, holding a pen in their sleep with a bunch of crumpled paper on the floor.

“…You are here to harass me like those scums… you should die after all…!” The moment her eyes narrowed— the atmosphere immediately turned cold and dense. I had difficulties breathing again. “Hold it! How am I even harassing you!?” I quickly retorted. “…You are trying to feel pleasure from my hand…!” Her remark was so true and ridiculous that my mind went blank for three seconds. Something inside my brain seems to have snapped afterwards. I’d realize that the corner of my mouth is twitching upwards. “Am I THAT untrustworthy!? You told me I was different and you said you’d believe me…!”

she whispered, so quietly Kane couldn't hear over the traffic noise. I squeezed her hand. "Just trust me." She nodded. After everything we'd been through, she still trusted me, even when I was improvising desperately, even when I had no idea what I was doing. Twenty minutes later, we pulled up outside Manhattan Trust, a gleaming glass building in Midtown that catered to people with serious money and serious paranoia. "How does this work?" Kane asked. "I go in. You stay with Elena. I bring back what's in the box."

After seeing that expression I get from him when I say that, I think it's true that it's really hard to get his trust. I lay down on my bed tired when I got home, and when riding to that ship was already over. I suddenly felt tired when I got home. My body aches. I was dumbfounded while thinking about everything that happened. I never saw Maddix again after that. He doesn't want to tell more about himself; that is what he meant when he suddenly became silent after what I said. He doesn't want me to get to know him better. "Did he think that he was gold?” I yelled suddenly and sat down. “I don't want to know anything from him, but I just need to because of my plan. Tsk! He is acting like he i

"Hidden in a safe place. The world was never kind to us. Hiding is the only way we stay alive. They once tried to wipe us off the face of the earth, but the goddess has plans of her own and they can't be interfered with. If we don't hide, we're persecuted and killed, and you made a huge mistake choosing the medical field. It's where you're more exposed." This person knows about my work as a medic on the team. I'm...alarmed isn't even the right word. "How do you know all this? Why have you even been following me? How did you find out about me?" "These are answers I can answer if you'll give me a chance to. Inside. It's a long story. But for that, you must decide whether or not you trust me. T

And the strange thing — the thing I sat with long after he left that night, long after the room had settled into its nighttime quiet and the patrol had made its adjusted rotation and the city had moved through its evening beyond the walls — Was that I did. Know. Not fully. Not without reservation. Not without the glass still in place and the filing system still running and all the careful architecture of a person who had learned very early that trust was a thing that got you killed. But underneath all of that. Something small. Something that had arrived without permission and refused to be filed. I knew.

Shaking her head, I pointed slowly, at the door, trying to tell them I wanted to leave, but they all nodded and pointed hands at the bed, I had gotten up from. "No, I wasn’t going back to that bed, the bed where I barely woke up from. What if I sit on it, and it returns me to my coma. I don’t even know where I am or who these people are, but the last thing I would do is trust them. Trust is bad, trust is pain… trust… trust killed my…" I paused as I allowed the dark feeling to pass me through. What did trust kill? That was one of the numerous things I wished I knew.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Everything, and I’ll start with the truth. I let my eyes flick to the letter clenched in Mila's hand. Ah, so they have already begun to dig. Good, that would make the game interesting. You’ve uncovered things you don’t understand, I said. Things that will burn you alive if you’re not careful. Mila’s grip on the letter tightened. And you think you understand them??? Oh, I murmured, almost tenderly, I don’t just understand them, I’ve lived them. The silence that followed was thick with dread. They didn’t trust me, not yet. And they shouldn’t, because trust is a luxury in a world like this.

The morning air was cold as the black SUV pulled up to the gates of the Academy. Only a few days ago, Faith had left this place as a hero. Now, she was returning as a ghost. The news of the “Crescent Trust” and the frozen accounts had traveled faster than a wildfire. As she stepped out of the car, she didn't feel like the Silver Saviour. She felt like the orphan girl who had first arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a secret.