Romans & histoires Should I Trust Gortash

“Sir, if Ivon gains enough backing, he could—” “He won’t.” My voice was sharp. Deadly. The board members exchanged looks. Mr. Gainsworth hesitated. “Sir, with all due respect, his influence is growing. The shareholders are getting anxious. They need to see that Armen Corps is still in stable, capable hands.” My eyes flashed. “And you think I’m not?” “N-not at all, sir,” another member stammered. “But perception is everything. You are known as a ruthless businessman—which is good in many ways—but in times of instability, investors crave an image of balance. Security. Trust.”

It kills me to doubt her it really does, she's been my second mom since my own mom died and I would lay my life down for her in a second but all my life I was trained ready to become a Gamma and one of the main things I was taught is to always trust my instincts. Unfortunately for me right now my instincts are telling me to keep an eye on Nora, not to trust her and as much as it will kill me, I will do it, I have to but fuck I hope I'm wrong here I hope that both me and Ashley are wrong because the idea that we are right and she's up to something bad is a hard pill to swallow.

Cael nodded thoughtfully, as if something had really impressed him. “We’re going to need that,” he said. “Someone who believes us without question.” He wasn’t wrong. “Do you trust him?” I asked softly. “Garran?” Cael considered it. “I trust his hatred for Brakk,” he said. “And I trust his interest in stopping whoever is threatening the world of wolves. And most importantly…I trust that he wants answers as badly as we do.” “Whoever the Shadow contacted in Moonlit,” I said calmly, “it’s definitely someone with a lot of influence. Someone like Halvar.”

"We have done well so far. She understands ethics. She chooses restraint. She knows the difference between asking and commanding." "But knowing and doing under pressure are different. What happens when the pressure is not a toy but something that actually matters?" "Then we trust that we have built a strong enough foundation that she makes good choices even when the stakes are high." Two weeks later, that trust was tested. A pack called Ashwood sent a representative. They were not part of the alliance but they were not hostile either. Neutral territory that had been watching our development carefully. Their representative was an older wolf named Garrett. He came with a proposal that made my

The moment the SUV came into view, Orion jolted into motion and jogged toward it, waving a hand as though the vehicle might vanish if he didn’t act fast enough. He reached the window just as Ghaza rolled it down halfway. “You came,” Orion panted, resting both hands on the edge of the car door. “Good. Listen, this time, I must be paid. I’m sure.” Ghaza didn’t respond immediately. His eyes lingered on Orion’s sweaty face—too eager, too excited. “I must say,” Ghaza finally said, voice quiet and clipped, “that even though I have come, I don’t trust your source.”

“You too for now, my dear.” Taylor, to my surprise, bit her lip and nodded, taking a step back, letting go of Darren. “What do I do?” Cortina asked me. She didn’t want either of them to get hurt. Cortina gave Rodger one more look and gave her a nod of encouragement. “It will be okay.” “Trust him,” I told her. “He must see something we don’t.”

That was why he had come asking for help. "Are we allies, or enemies in this terrible mission?" Grote said through reddened eyes. "This is all just a trap laid out by Greensource Corp. Why is everyone listening to them? I don't want to stay here for the rest of this wretched mission anymore. I want to go back to the Allied States." Grote's emotions grew as he spoke, and Demetra piped up sharply. "Can't you take on the battles now that your master's dead, Grote? Are you trying to run away like a coward?"

His voice sounded like he was despairing from how low it was. "Yes, I am aware. To be honest, even I have a hard time fully trusting him. But since he is under Platinum and Raisya's guidance, I decided to let him be. I've also gotten the full report from my spies that mentioned they completed the quest while also protecting a city. I'd say that they earned some trust." "I know that. That's why I haven't ordered their execution yet. However, I still cannot trust that man." Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second.

The principles were not complicated: trust actions over words, trust patterns over moments, and trust nothing that arrives with the certainty of fate because certainty was what they used when they wanted you to stop asking questions. And then Lyra Ashbourne had walked into the east reception room in a wrinkled ceremony gown, sat down across from me, and looked at me with the expression of someone who had decided not to be afraid and was working very hard to make sure that decision held. My wolf had said one thing. I had spent every day since then not listening. I gave the file to Gareth at first light, along with instructions for the next stage of surveillance. Gareth had been with me for se

“You’re sure this treaty will hold?” Ruslan hesitates, and that brief pause tells me everything I need to know. “It’s as good as we can get right now,” he says finally. “But I don’t trust Tomas. He’s a coward, and cowards are unpredictable.” I nod, clutching the baby tighter as I try to process everything. “What do we do?”