Story About Trustworthiness Novels & Stories

As Vivian stepped out of the room Camilla had taken her to, she walked straight down the hallway about to leave the area when her steps suddenly paused. Her face looked to be in thought, as if an idea flashed in her head. "Trust." Vivian muttered. Trust was a fickle thing, it was difficult to build, but very easy to break. However, when one was finally able to establish a solid foundation of trust, then breaking it would be impossible. A light shone in Vivian's eyes and she turned around and headed back into the room where Camilla hadn't come out yet.

What if trust becomes one's life's significant blunder and self invite oneself to be haunted and punished by a possible tormentor? 'You can trust me lady!! I am aware with the true colour of the prince hiding under a hyde of a fabricated magnanimous personality. He is not what he is apparent to the world', she genuinely passed an assuring smile at her way. Saanvi on the other hand developed an attribute of scepticism in her. She, overtime became so detached and aloof that she quit the idea of trusting on a human being other than her own instincts. Her husband, once again is the root cause why she's so dubious on firmly having a faith in her words.

I guess I had to trust her with this afternoon she was putting a lot of trust in me as well and if what he said about her identity was not the complete truth that will mean that she was basically trusting a stranger and even if it was true it will mean that she was trusting the man that allowed an attempt on her life and even allowed her to be banished honestly I was not in any position at all to be talking about trust no wonder she looked at me like that almost as if she was about to either burst into laughter or those off at any second when I was telling my own story and talking about trust when I wasn't any good example myself. so I tried to give myself some reassurance that the whole rea

Hao Xiang looks at his granddaughter with so much hope. "Grandpa, your expectations are, too high, but I'll do my best." "Remember that companies and empires survive decades and centuries because there are heirs and heiresses who are willing to sacrifices for the benefit of the people working in it." Before her grandfather bades his farewell, he left her with a guiding wisdom. "Trust is the currency of the wise, but honesty is invaluable, that no one can afford its price." He further explains, "Keep your intentions clear, but trust only those who deserve your honesty"

Sam Caressed her hair and continued, " I am not a Nightmare. I am the man ,of your dreams .I am the man of your soul .I am the man of your heart and also the Beat. Each and every beat until now , whispered my name .And I want this to remain forever " He separated Sathya from his embrace and cupped her face with genuine concern on his eyes , he stared at the brown eyes which had the shades of tears , " You said ,I have broken your trust ,right ??? Then ,let me ask you something ??? Broken trust can't be fixed .But ,if we permit ourself . We can rebuild a new trust " Sathya's toes curled .Her lips ,parted without knowing what to speak .But ,shes not a fool once again to get hurt .She can't lea

I admitted, unwilling to lie to him even to soften the truth. "Then how do we ever know who to trust," he asked, and the fear in his young voice broke something open in my chest. "We don't always know right away," I said. "But we watch how people act when it costs them something. Trust isn't a feeling, Cody. It's a pattern, built slowly, over time." He considered that for a long moment, then nodded like he'd tucked the thought away somewhere safe. "Then how many patterns do you have to watch," he asked, "before you finally decide someone's earned it."

“That’s why it works. Nobody expects me to walk Damien Blackwood’s wife out of his house. Not after everything that happened this morning.” I hated that it made sense. People were going to eat that story alive. “You don’t even know me.” “I know enough. I know you told a stranger the truth. I know you walked out when your stupid husband put another woman in your place. And I know I want you again.” My face got hot. I crossed my arms over the shirt. “So I let the whole city think I jumped from him to you???” “Not at all. You just stop hiding while he talks. He wants a meeting. He wants boards. He wants you looking like a woman who ran after money. If you stay quiet, that’s what they believe.”

"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now. And for the first time, I understand what my father meant when he said: "Trust isn’t built in this world, Adrian. It’s weaponized.”

I ended up trusting people I never knew I would, Kofi, Judith, and Yohan. Do I regret it? No. Did I wish I trusted people earlier? No. Werewolves beyond the gates were more transparent than those within the gates and those in the academe. Inside the walls of that castle and that institution were nothing but wolves full of lie and deceit. Looking at Yohan’s eyes, I don’t see any lies there. So I find myself trusting him, something I believe I will never regret.

“Make a promise with me and I will get you there safe.” “What kind of promise is that?” “That you won’t runaway and you’ll tell exactly what I tell you to.” Mizuko immediately raised a brow, blowing air sharply. Nobody in their right mind would promise something like that. That’s fucking slavery. “Listen, if you are trying to trick the fuck out of me, you’re messing with the wrong person dude!” “I just need your trust,” he uttered. “If you can not trust me, you won’t survive this world. You don’t even know what kind of creatures are living here. You are dead without me.”