Trust His Heart Novels & Stories

“You’re Tristan’s…” “What? Friend?” I cut him off. I shake in fury just hearing his name. How dare he betray me…for what? I didn’t do anything that deserves this kind of treatment. I’ve been nice to him. “Friends don't abuse each other’s trust. So…no. Not anymore.” He walked closer and put his jacket on my shoulder, “I know someone who can help you. My card is inside this pocket. Text me if you’re willing to trade your loyalty to us in exchange for your safety.” And went away.

Where it grounded. “This season,” he continued, “is about a lot of things. Reflection. Gratitude. Trust.” His hand squeezed mine gently when he said that word. “Trust in the people we choose to stand beside us. Trust in the ones who show up, even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when it’s hard.” I felt my chest tighten. My breath hitched, just slightly. He glanced at me then. Not long. Just a second. But it was enough. Enough to make my pulse jump, enough to make the meaning behind his words unmistakable.

“You'd be flying to New York to take charge of the company's affairs as CEO. I'll double your pay. You can stay at any penthouse of your choice, cut larger shares… anything you want. I'll come visiting but I need someone I can trust.” I blinked twice, the words seeping into me like a frostbite. Trust? “How do you know you can trust me? I'll probably fail you,” I asked. He picked up the bottle and uncapped it. “You won't,” he said firmly. “The deadliest of hearts are those who have nothing to lose. You love your child more than your life. So technically, you aren't doing it for me,” he took a sip, gesturing unanimously to my belly. “For him.”

I snapped my head to him and he smiled holding my arm. "Love him?" "Come on, sweetie," he said gently, his tone almost teasing. "It's obvious." "If you didn't love him, you wouldn't be this upset about him not seeing you as different from the others." "You wouldn't be this mad that he doesn't trust you. And you sure as hell wouldn't feel this insecure about him terminating the contract." He leaned closer, his eyes soft but serious. "Listen to your heart, dolce. Just trust him. Give him a real chance."

Adrian asked suddenly, his voice low as though confessing a secret. Jannah’s heart thudded painfully at the false name. “What?” she asked softly, almost afraid of the answer. He stopped, turning her to face him. His eyes, dark and burning, held hers without wavering. “Trust,” he said. “Unshakable, unbreakable trust. When you smile at me, I want to know it’s because you feel safe in my arms. When you look at me, I want to know there’s no fear, no doubt. Only me.”

“Tell me the truth.” “Because you’re standing at the same fork in the road that Seraphine faced centuries ago,” he said. “You can rule with fear and raw power. It will work for a while. Or you can pick the harder path. The one that might fail. But if it works, it could finally break the cycle instead of feeding it.” “And what’s that harder path?” “Trust,” he answered simply. “Not stupid blind trust. But the kind that says, ‘I’ll give you a real chance to prove yourself, even though you might stab me in the back.’ The kind Seraphine stopped believing in long ago.”

"How do I tell the difference?" "Time. Experience. Seeing me show up. Every day. Proving I mean what I say." He took my hands. His were warm despite the cold. "I'm not asking you to trust me yet. I'm asking you to let me earn it. Day by day. Choice by choice. Until your brain catches up with your heart." "My heart doesn't know what it wants." "I think it does. You just don't trust it yet." He was right. Part of me knew. Had known for a while.

My heart was beating so hard against my ribs that I was absolutely sure it could be heard in the quiet night. The train appeared slowly on the dark horizon, getting closer and closer, louder and louder, more and more real with every second. When the massive metal cars finally passed right in front of our hiding spot, Hunter jumped first. For a terrifying second, I thought he had gone completely crazy. But then, he extended his hand back to me. His arm stayed reached out in the open air, waiting, trusting entirely that I would take the leap onto that moving car. And right then, I realized something. Without even thinking about it, without a single hesitation, and without questioning his judgm

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

He hugged my waist and leaned on the backrest. "The way you utter his name," he uttered, sounding pissed. "But anyway, he is no good for you." "How do you say so?" "Just trust me, Tal. I can't tell you about him right now." "How can I trust you?" He creased his brows. "Trust me because I love you." He get my right hand and pressed it on his chest, in the area where his heart is. "This is honest and genuine," he added with so much emotion in his eyes.