Trust His Heart Novels & Stories

My heart wanted to cling to that tiny shred of hope that maybe she loved me even if it was for a few minutes. I had changed so much since the day Eva left. I had become more confident and independent. I have learned to take decisions and bear their consequences. I was right in trusting Melisa and Ryan. They have managed my bakery very well. ‘ Trust is believing someone when the whole world is against them. If you need proof to believe something it can’t be called trust.’ My mother used to say. I wondered if I had truly trusted my friend, Aaron. If I had trusted my love. Had I been too impulsive in deciding that Eva had betrayed me? I had to find out the truth. With this resolve in mind, I re

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

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

Am I ready to lay all my cards on the table and finally give up my lifelong belief that no guy can ever be trusted with my heart? Am I really falling for him?

"To trust, you need to open your mind to him. Believe that whatever he says is as it is. If there is a negation, if the words happen to not be true, then the fault is his, not yours." She patted the hand she held. "Trust demands a lot and it gives a lot in return. It makes your heart hypertensive and simultaneously gives you peace." When Beth smiled, she smiled too. "And it gives you the right to believe in your love." "Lady Marjorie…" Beth called and stopped. Marjorie knew she had been seen through. There were indeed days she had doubted John's love for her and for his son, and days she believed his love was all she ever needed.

I was ready to let myself lose this game of hearts. “Trust is something I’m willing to fight for, cara mia,” he mumbled, lifting me up on the counter. I pulled him toward me and knotted my legs around his waist. “You know I would not hurt you. You know it, which is why you’re still here.” Which was why I had the audacity to continue this mission.

He adds, and I scoff before folding my hands across my chest defensively. “Well, that's where the heart comes in.” I retort, and he scoffs, causing me to raise a brow. “What?” He raises a hand and shakes it dismissively. “Nothing.” “No, it's not nothing. I said the heart helps us know who to trust, and you scoffed. Clearly, you have something to say, so out with it.” I push, and he exhales. “David, the heart is foolish. It would have you trusting people you logically shouldn't. You should never pick the heart over your mind.” He says, and I eye him.

I could hear the distant murmur of a television from a neighbouring apartment, the faint ticking of my clock, the soft rustle of leaves outside. Victor’s words, "Trust is a gift," played in my mind. He hadn’t just said it; he had embodied it. He had created a space where my trust felt not just safe, but cherished. He had respected my boundaries, negotiated with me, and provided a safe return to the world. It was a dance of power and deference, and in that dance, I had discovered a new rhythm within myself.

"Unexpectedly good." Something in Adrian's expression settled — the small adjustment of relief that he was making less effort to conceal lately. He came to the counter and stood beside Daniel and accepted the coffee Daniel poured without being asked, and they stood together in the early morning and drank it, and the city outside began to assemble itself for the day. "You're thinking about something," Adrian said. "I'm always thinking about something." "What specifically?" Daniel turned his cup in his hands. "Trust," he said. "The kind that isn't earned through evidence. The kind that's — prior to evidence. That doesn't wait for the data."

And for the first time since she met him— He looked scared she might stop believing him completely. Not emotionally. Existentially. “Keisha,” he said quietly, “I need you to trust your own judgment right now.” That sentence should’ve comforted her. Instead it terrified her. Because she no longer knew if her judgment was still fully hers.