Regular Show-blind Trust Novels & Stories

“Honey, I understand you quite well, look, I have some serious issues to deal with on my end, I am not saying it will be easy but all I really need from you is to believe in me, pay attention to my needs as a man. If something is wrong tell me to my face, don’t hide things from me. Hurt my feelings with the truth if you have to.” “Okay then, anything else popping up we have to promise to deal with it together.” Maddy said softly as she sat down and smiled at Philip. “Agreed. Next thing, I took a glance at your Resume, why are you in a club dancing when you should be the one running it?” Maddy sighed loudly and covered her face with her hands. Could she trust this man with her story? Yes.

TRUST IS THE NERVOUS SYSTEM THAT TELLS THE CITY ITS HANDS ARE CLEAN. Julian whispers, “That’s cheerful.” Sarah flicks him one hard look and he shuts up. Leo continues. TRUST DOESN'T JUST OPEN DOORS. IT RECORDS CONSENT. PREDICTS COMPLIANCE. FEEDS RESIDENTIAL ROUTINES. IT IS WHY PEOPLE THINK THEY CHOSE THE ROOM THEY WERE ASSIGNED. The screen stutters. For half a second the text becomes machine garbage, columns of symbols too fast for my eyes, then clears.

“Another headline trending right alongside it. Is the blind don truly blind? Care to explain that one, Zeden? Still playing the martyr, or have you been faking it this whole time?” Zeden stood motionless in front of her. Didn’t speak. Just stared like she was vermin he was deciding whether to step on. Irina stepped closer anyway. Heels clicked sharp against marble. Rukov shifted, ready to block her. Zeden lifted one finger, barely, and Rukov froze.

Desperation was making the girl foolish; drinking unverified herbal draughts could kill both her and the child. Martha reached into the dark shelves and pulled out a small, unlabeled vial of obsidian glass. She turned back to Seraphina, her face drawn tight with grave severity. "This is a potent scent-masking draught," Martha said, holding the vial just out of reach. "It will dull your scent and protect you for a short time, but it comes at a price. It is harsh, and it will weaken you." Seraphina reached out with trembling fingers, her eyes fixed on the dark glass. "I'll take it. I have to."

"Sign the papers and confess you hacked the system and caused this mess, and the Grays will deal with the fallout. For compensation, Mr. Gray will unfreeze the trust fund your parents left for you, and you’ll get the money tomorrow." That was the same move they used in my previous life. They dangled their favor and my parents’ inheritance to force me into giving Chris my spot in Harland and made me slave for him. "That trust fund was mine to begin with, Gray!" I laughed loud enough for the whole lobby to hear. "You’re trying to silence me with my own money? Fuck you! That’s 30 million we’re talking about!" Dead silence grasped the crowd. Joshua was shocked before he roared in disbelief, "Wha

"Do you still not have enough for the surgery?" I paused mid-step as I changed my shoes. "Almost." "There's no need for it anymore," Evelyn suddenly said. "I can stay blind for the rest of my life, Matt. But I don't want to see you suffer like this." I froze for a moment, then replied evenly, "Alright." With only two days left until the bet was over, Evelyn was probably getting ready to dump me. She clearly didn't expect me to agree so easily. Caught off guard, she hesitated. "W-what?"

he said, the twinkle in his dark eyes told her the love was still there, only hidden behind a wall of fear. “You’ve always told me to trust you, well I still do. I know things will work out and we can get on with our lives. But just now, my love, you have to trust me. I will never leave you and will never back down just because there’s some creepy little jerk who thinks he deserves something for his crimes.”

Jesse looked toward Everlyn. “What do we tell people?” Everlyn didn’t answer right away.She looked at the storm outside. At the reflection of shifting data across the windows. At the future becoming harder to define by the hour. Then quietly she said: “The truth.”Marcus frowned.“Which truth?” Everlyn turned back slowly. “That we don’t fully understand what this is becoming.Because certainty would be easier,cleaner,Safer, But certainty was what created blind trust. And blind trust was how control always returned. Her phone buzzed one last time. Clara.

We wеrеn’t blіnd drunk, but nо jury is gоіng tо truѕt a witness that dоwnеd mоrе thаn tеn ѕhоtѕ of tequila before сlаіmіng ѕhе соuld іdеntіfу a bunсh of guys in the dаrk. Thе сорѕ muѕt know that. Blake іѕ fuсkіng wіth mе. Emоtіоnаllу аnd mеntаllу. I hаvе less reason to truѕt hіm thаn hе does to truѕt me. Is thіѕ some kіnd of rеvеrѕе рѕусhоlоgу they tеасh thеm in the асаdеmу, оr is he асtuаllу just ѕсrеwеd uр?

She was thankful for being surrounded by people she could have blind trust upon. But trusting someone blindly isn't always a good thing, is it? ... "Wow, I am the informer, yet you are the one giving me bombshell information." Wan clapped his hands. "But, it is really true? I still can't believe it. My eyes popped out when I saw it on the social media today." Blair leaned back on the couch and streched out her arms. "It is true, unortunately."