Trust: A Novel Novels & Stories

“It feels too big… too old… like I’m opening a door I can’t close.” “You don’t have to do it alone.” I turned then. His eyes met mine, unguarded for once, he didn't hold anything back, there was no mask, it was Just a man offering something he didn’t know how to name. Trust, or maybe… absolution. I closed the book carefully, the pages rustling like wind through old trees, I clutched it to my chest. This was no longer just history, it was a weapon, it was a map to my rebirth.

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

But my mournful ululation wasn't because of the insincerity of his words but because I was trying to find even a trace of truthfulness in his voice. I wanted to drown in the comfort of his hold, I wanted to place my lips on his to show that I appreciated his comforting words, I wanted to close my eyes and let my heart call out to him because it believed in the words he said. But I couldn't, because once upon a time, the man before me broke my very being, and now I can't trust him. Just as I can't trust anyone, not even the air I breathe. ~END OF FLASHBACK~

This place taught me that life was not fairy-tale rather it was a battlefield where people needed only one chance to defeat you, to crash you under their feet mercilessly. This place was proof of my tears, sorrow, pain and regret of trusting the wrong person. Trust Trust which in itself was a guarantee that even if the whole world stood against us, the person who had trust for us will turn against the whole world for us. You all must be wondering what place I was talking about. I was talking about the place where people came to pay for their crimes. I did the biggest crime in this world. I trusted the wrong person whom I shouldn't have. I made him the owner of my life and my heart and he b

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“These two have been meeting in barns for months. Vivian threw herself at Vince and ruined our relationship.” "Lie!" Perry looked at Kathleen in disbelief. "How dare you call my daughter a liar!" It was Judd Randall who stepped to his daughter's side. He was a retired general of the Calvary, and still carried his body straight and proud despite his permanent injuries. He knew of his daughter’s indiscretion and condition, he had supported her idea to tell Vince. After all the father had a right to know. After this, though, he would not support a forced marriage. There were other ways to go about this. His sharp yes shushed Kathleen.

Wasn't I the one who said I'll endure her insults or whatsoever? "No. We won't end it and YOU won't back off. You two were meant for each other since from the beginning. Believe me when I tell you this but Zainab still loves you. She might try to hide it but she can't hide it from me. From us, her best friends. She's just so obnoxious. Zainab forgave you for all what you've done to her. But you know that yourself that it's not easy to forget about that. Trust your instincts and believe in what your heart says to you. Follow your heart. Go for her and NEVER lose hope." I listened to Jamila and went back to my thoughts. If Jamila is right then I have to get her back. I turned to see empty cha

In its sterile, silent space, trust had turned to ash, and from those ashes, something infinitely stronger had begun to rise—not from silk and steel, but from fire, and truth, and the terrifying, magnificent risk of a hand held in the dark. —-

Made accessible by it. I thought about Isara. About her thirty years of building structures she could not see the full purpose of. About the specific trust that produced the preparations — not the trust that the governance mechanisms would work, but something deeper than that. The trust that the thing the governance mechanisms were built to reach was real and was worth building toward. The trust in the original bond itself. The knowledge that the incompensability was real. That the specific wolf she would never meet was worth the forty years of Maret and the sixty years of Aldric and the thirty years of Lena and the full weight of everything she had prepared.

“I promise you, Jacqueline, you’re safe.” For a second, I wanted to collapse into him, to let him carry the weight of everything I was feeling. But my body stiffened with a different realization, the image of Derek holding that shovel, Calvin handing him the gun. I pulled back, shaking my head. “Safe? How could I ever be safe, Henson? I trusted them. I trusted him.” My voice broke. “Derek was supposed to love me. And Calvin… he was supposed to be my friend. My family.”