Novel In God We Trust Novels & Stories

I watched the world around him start changing him, and I watched him fight against it longer than most men would have. Nova pressed her lips together and lowered the letter for a moment, blinking hard before forcing herself to keep reading. I trusted him before I trusted anyone else in that world. She lowered the page for a moment. “That makes absolutely no sense,” she murmured. Sadie-Rae moved closer. “What?” “My father trusted him.” “The creepy billionaire in the alley?” “Hallway.” “That distinction is not helping him.” Despite herself, Nova almost smiled. It disappeared when she went back to the letter.

Instinctively, my fingers curled around hers. She did not wake up. But her breathing deepened. Trust. It’s a dangerous thing, trust. People talk about it like it’s soft. Like it’s gentle but the truth is it is not. Trust is a weapon someone hands you with the expectation that you will never use it against them. And Zenith...She had placed that weapon directly in my hands. Without hesitation and without conditions.

Riley Trust is a muscle. If you don’t use it, it atrophies. If someone ties it to a post and sets it on fire, it grows back mean. By the time we crossed the northern ridge and the palace’s black spires rose out of the fog like patient knives, my trust was a scar that refused to bend. I had a blade up my sleeve, a blade in my boot, and a blade where my smile should’ve been. In the mornings I trained until my lungs burned; at night I lay still as stone and waited for the light in the ceiling to move like a hand.

Before I could take another step, the door creaked open. I froze. Owen stepped in, carrying a silver tray. His expression was unreadable as he set the tray down beside the bed with a soft clink. He met my eyes, exhaling slowly. “Eat.” I didn’t move. “Where am I?” Owen didn’t answer. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening into fists. I looked at the tray—bread, soup, water. Simple. Harmless. But I didn’t trust it. Owen sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “He doesn’t like disobedience.”

I clench my mouth to stop the out pour of abuse about to leave my lips. The last thing I need is to deal with that stuck up bitch on top of everything else that’s going on. “Nova I mean it not a word to anyone else, some one in heretic HQ Is leaking information and until we know who we can trust only us 4 must know” a realisation dawns on me “hold on Geoff let me just get this straight , you trust me?” He sighs again and I just manage to stop myself from laughing. “Yes Nova , you are head strong and stubborn and sometimes a real pain in my arse but I do trust you” I stop by the mirror and smile at my reflection. The old bastard trusts me. “Love you too Geoff” I whisper and blow a kiss down t

87 Celene Trust. It was such an easy word to say, yet so heavy. A word that could either make or break the toughest of situations. A word I had given freely and had gotten punished for it, Although I had learned my lesson with Ella and Christoff I find myself staring into the warm grey eyes of Alpha Mondrian. Thinking would it be wrong to trust one more time?

And Lena Cross knew, with every nerve on fire, that tonight, in the pulse of bass and neon, trust was a weapon as dangerous as any claw or gun. The hunt had just turned personal.

Chapter 120 — Trust Is Earned Dominic Costello Trust isn’t a gift; it’s an achievement. Noah trusts his uncle too much and Atlas trusts David, but I smell trouble. After seeing the documents regarding Mr. Blake, and David’s expression, something sparked inside me, and inside Lawson too. “I don’t trust this guy.”

The kind that grows after too many close calls and not enough answers. We didn’t say much while we packed. Only the rustle of gear, the soft creak of leather, the metallic click of my blade’s buckle finding its place filled the air. Still, before we left, Nathan came up beside me as I adjusted my satchel. “You really trust this thing?” he asked, nodding toward the book cradled in my arms. I looked down at it, at the soft glow still bleeding through its pages. “I don’t know if trust is the right word,” I said. “But I believe it. That has to be enough.”

Chapter 354 Max I don't trust people easily. I've never trusted anyone. The only person I've ever trusted was either myself or God. I can never let myself down about how hard I try and even though I've made mistakes in the past I'm trying to make up for them and I'm trying to be a better person the last thing I want is to be caught in the middle of a war that I didn't start and since I didn't listen to My father when he gave me warning signs about the people that I was working for I need to make the most of the situation that I'm in. I also trust God because he has never let me down, he's always helped me and he has shown me that he can work miracles when I least expect it.