Synonyms For Trust Novels & Stories

Diana asked making Alfeo nod his head at her words and laugh. “I don’t know if that was an indirect insult or not but I am not finished yet,” saying that he turned to look at me and then swiveling me around with my body facing him now he said, “I am trusting you, understand that? It’s a really big and rare word in the Mafia business so if you break that trust you should be ready to pay a fine for it.” “I knew there was something else,” I heard Gavin mumble at his words making me nervous at what I was going to hear next.

I stepped forward. “You don’t understand power,” I said quietly. “You think it resides in function.” The presence waited. “It doesn’t,” I continued. “It resides in trust. And you can’t redistribute that without destroying it.” Trust redistributes naturally under improved outcomes. “That’s where you’re wrong,” I said. “Trust isn’t a response to outcomes. It’s a choice under uncertainty.” The chamber was utterly silent. Kael’s hand brushed mine, present, but letting me stand alone.

"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.”

Ava nodded once. “Yes.” A small pause. “I told you.” Adrian exhaled quietly, his eyes moving briefly to the baby, then back to her, “Consistency does not guarantee anything,” he said. Ava wrote again. It creates trust. The word hung there. Trust. Adrian stared at it for a moment longer than expected, something shifting beneath his controlled expression, something quieter, more internal. “You think this will change my perception,” he said. Ava met his gaze. Then raised her hands.

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.”

I confessed "But...there's a part of me, something deep within, that tells me I can trust you. And trust, although a difficult concept for me to grasp after George, was described to me by a dear friend as a gift not to be declined" I paused, a wave of nostalgia washing over me as I thought of that friend "That same friend entrusted me to you, and I have faith in his choices" I said, my voice tinged with the pain of missing him. The memory of Tony's wise words seemed almost tangible in the room, and I could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Oh, how I missed hearing his voice guiding me through life's twists and turns. His name hung in the air between us, a ghostly rem

Life is insane, she thought wryly. When Howard finally drifted off, she whispered, “Do you know what it feels like to trust someone?” His eyes opened slowly. He shifted, wrapping her tighter. His lips brushed her ear. “It’s like recognizing me in a sea of strangers. Like knowing exactly where to find me, even in the dark.” She smiled faintly. “Yes. Trust means you don’t care about anyone else. No matter where you are, or what happens, the first person you think of is the one you trust.”

Some alliances were founded on genuine trust, forged through shared experiences and mutual understanding. In contrast, others were based on two individuals desperately seeking something—be it power, security, or opportunity—so they feigned trust to achieve their hidden agendas. Vivian never saw herself as foolish. She had a keen talent for reading people, noticing subtle cues like muscle tensing or tone shifts to detect lies. She also saw that smiles could hide complex emotions. When Adrian Blackwood reappeared, she didn't trust his interest was innocent.

I hesitantly said the word "trust" as if I were unsure of its significance. However, I was aware of the word. Trust. Trusting. Trustworthy. Confianza. "Trust" I repeated, and it didn't matter how many times I said it or in what language; to me, it still meant the same thing. Levi said, peering over the table at me, "Yes, trust, May. You trust me. Don't you?"

“How could I be suspicious just because Amber was late? I always believe in my wife.” While stroking the shoulder of the woman beside him, Adam stared intently at Sebastian. “I think you should remember this. Trust is not only about honesty, but also about your belief in how much your partner loves you and how seriously you love her. I always believe that Amber's love is only for me." Hearing that firm statement, Sebastian and Amber spontaneously exchanged glances. After reading the same amusement, they both laughed. "What is so funny? Was what I said wrong?” Adam blinked questioningly.