Story About Trustworthiness Novels & Stories

The worst of mine waited on the other side of dawn. “Sleep,” he said, mouth at my hair. “We hunt better with clear eyes.” I laced my fingers through his and let the quiet take me. Not clean, not simple, but held. And for the first time since the email to Leo, since the reporter in the corridor, since the notes I’d thrown into a digital fire, I believed something outrageous: Maybe trust isn’t a brittle thing you either keep or break. Maybe it’s a room you keep building together—beam by beam, night after night—stronger than the last place you lived, and safer than any secret.

“But I’m just a weakling, as your men call me. ‘Faggot.’ I believe Tristan will ease your distress.” Scuttling past her, she clasps my arm, voice brutal and unwomanly. “Don’t make promises if you know you won’t keep them. In this place, your word is your bond. You don’t take it back.” If she thinks I’ll spill my mind’s content to her, she’ll have to grow older than Methuselah, because I ain’t doing such. Trust is lethal in this life, but suicidal in this world. Seventy hours have taught me enough.

If it's meant to happen, then, it will happen, eventually, no matter how hard you stop it from happening. And there's this one thing that I should really be careful of. To not trust anyone...easily. Because outside, there are only two types of creatures at the end of the day no matter what differences we all have in form. It would be, the trustworthy that can be your ally, and the traitor who'll stab you countless of times again and again. That's what she told me. Always. And I do believe her.

“Do you trust me?” He didn’t answer with words. He took my hand steady, deliberate. “Yes,” he said. “And I trust you,” I replied. “Not because this is safe. Because it’s honest.” The decision settled not loudly. Permanently. Outside, the city kept its rhythm unaware, indifferent. Inside, something irreversible locked into place. The test hadn’t been about strategy. It had been about whether trust could survive without protection, without leverage, without retreat. And it had.

I kept my hands on the cup. "I'm not going to ask you about it," he said. "I told you that already. But I want you to understand something." He held my gaze across the length of the room without flinching. "I did not get to eighty-one years old and build what I built by trusting people because they seemed nice. I trust people because I have looked at them carefully and decided they are worth the risk." He paused. "You kept your hands steady on a plane at thirty thousand feet for a man you had never met. You stayed through the night in an airport hospital when you had every reason to walk out that door and disappear." His voice was even. "And when you gave me your real name instead of what yo

He paused and then continued his sentence. "One thing I know. Trust is like a thin piece of paper. Once you crumple it, it'll be broken. And for me, I don't know how long or how much effort it takes to make it smooth again." Laird laughed bitterly, then took a deep breath. "I know this might sound ridiculous, but I choose honesty. I value it more than anything else. I know what it feels like to be lied to and betrayed, and I don't want that to happen to me again."

Tell me, Izora, how you find life here. She stopped and picked her words deliberately. "It's... unique." ordered." She nodded. "Structure fosters discipline. And discipline guarantees life's survival. She stared at him. "That is what this is about? Surviving?" He slanted forward slightly. "Trust is money in our world. One that one earns rather than presents. She placed down her fork. "And you lack trust in me?" He sneered. "Trust develops over time. Think of this supper as a movement in that direction.

he inquired, now staring at his father with his big eyes. "Well son, there is what we call trust. Trust means relying and having confidence on someone. If you trust someone, you will hand over the most valuable thing to them knowing that they will someday return it back to you. Trust is telling someone your deep dark secret knowing that they will never tell anyone, not even their shadow. Trust is putting your faith in someone that they will do what should be done." he replied and look up in that sky. "The sun trust the moon and the moon trust the sun. Each of them have their own designated and assigned time and so none of them would overtake each other unless the eclipse day when they will c

Smith said and I responded with a toothy grin. “We most definitely are.” This was going to be the start of something that would completely ruin them all, Trust was the best asset any man could have because it gave you the ability to break a person and I had just made my choice

“You asked your wolf to hide it because you didn’t want him to find out? Interesting,” “Are you planning on going back on your promise? Are you planning to tell him about my pregnancy?” I asked. “As much as I would like to tell His Majesty the truth, I can’t. I already made a promise to you, so I can’t break it,” I sighed in relief again. “Thank you,” I whispered. A tiny voice kept whispering to me, telling me not to trust Andrew, but I ignored the voice and that was because I knew that Andrew was someone I could trust. He would keep his words. I was sure of that. If he wouldn’t keep his words, he wouldn’t have told me that he would. Andrew was not a kid. He was a man and a man of his status