Story About Trustworthiness Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and made my way over. “Glad you came,” he said, his smile warm. “Thanks for meeting me. What is this “past” stuff all about?” I said, trying to sound busy and annoyed when realistically, I had nothing to do. “Are you ready to hear what I know?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “Yes, but how do I know what you're saying is true?” I replied. He nodded slowly. “Trust is earned, not given. I get that. But I can share information that could change everything for you.”

“Honesty. I appreciate your honesty. How honest you are with your intentions to someone or something tells so much about the kind of person you are.” “It doesn’t make sense.” “Nay Valen told us that we should always value a person’s honesty. It’s because honesty will tell the trustworthiness of that person. Since you have told me about those things, that means you trusted me, and you are also allowing me to trust you, as simple as that.”

“That’s right, it’s because of trust and integrity…Isn’t this what business is about? In fact, as businessmen and as humans, trust and integrity are the foundation that builds our character. “On a human level, if a friend asked you to lend them money on the pretense that it would be returned in three days yet they ended up dragging it out for an entire year, would you still be willing to be close friends with that person? Despite the loan being just a few dollars, this is what trust and integrity are all about.

My own wife was uncomfortable around me. “Do you trust me?” A maddening silence spread across the space. “I want you to trust me—I’ll never hurt you.” Freya leaned back in her seat and stared out the window. Her eyes softened with an emotion I didn’t understand. “Can you at least try—to trust me?” I wanted her to say yes. Even though I knew Freya’s trust was a virtue I didn’t deserve. But I wanted to earn it. “Trust…” Freya said, keeping her eyes upward toward the sky. “Trust is a virtue that comes naturally, but once broken, it can never be restored.”

With one look back I spotted people were still observing our interaction but were caution enough to not come closer enough to be grabbed and it seemed some had left too. "What?! No! I don't believe any of this…" He said exasperatedly yet again. I gave him a prolonged look then asked gravely, "Why would you not?" That is a question worth pondering. We were not familiar or acquaintance in the least bit degree so it was sketchy to achieve devised trust. "Because I think you are a good person. You wouldn't do anything like that.” Sappy Bullshit. “And… I have a way with tech and know that the photos are a professional’s work." Of Course, it is.

Cassian Vale pauses, his jaw tightening. He does not complete the thought. Instead, he exhales slowly. Eva Monroe notices that his hands are neither defensive nor guarded. They rest calmly at his sides. Cassian Vale continues. “Trust was never considered a virtue. It was viewed as a liability.” A brief flicker crosses the system feed once more. Felix Vaughn attempts to reconnect. The attempt fails. Cassian Vale pays it no attention. “I learned early that hesitation creates opportunities for failure.” Eva Monroe remains silent.

“You carried him for miles. You saved this wolf’s life. Why didn’t he bite you? What did Doc mean by you whispering to him?” “Trust is earned. This is the second time I’ve encountered this same wolf. He offered me trust the first time, and I didn’t break it, that’s why the second time around, it was easier to give. Animals aren’t all that strange. They can sense good and bad in people, much better than we can.”

I said without turning, “if you wanted to know whether you can trust me, you could’ve just asked.” A faint smile ghosted behind me. “I don’t rely on words.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Maybe you should.” Then I walked out. Head high. Heart steady. And a heavy thought on my mind. Passing one test had only made me more deeply embedded. More trusted. More exposed. And in Zane Wilde’s world, trust wasn’t safety. It was responsibility. And responsibility came with consequences.

That he would trust me enough to just tell him the truth. I can see the vulnerability hidden in the furrow of his brow. He will believe anything I tell him. ‘He genuinely trusts in me,’ I realize. It is humbling. I want to tell him my story. I want to take this leap of faith and return his trust. But on the other hand…. Experience has taught me better. Most have rejected me by thinking I am a weak wolf. I can’t imagine what I would endure if it were common knowledge that I am wolf-less.

"Even the guy you spent two years understanding turned out to be a scumbag. How can you trust someone so easily?" "He..." Vivienne sat up straight and looked into Xavier's identical gray eyes. She added, "He is trustworthy. He can never be a scumbag. Yes, he could be a jerk sometimes unknowingly but he is willing to understand his own shortcomings and mistakes before making a change. He is a good guy. I can give you a guarantee." Xavier narrowed his eyes at her assurance. She seemed to really believe each and every word she just said. This kind of trust was something he had never seen in her eyes before. This trust was something he wasn't able to understand either. Where was this belief comi