Trust In His Heart Novels & Stories

"Probably two years, enter college again. So when I go back, we can start again—" Dylan cannot control his anguish; he looks down when speaking, "I don't want to," a cold response from him that makes Luke's decision in trouble. This grey-eyed daddy breaks too many hearts, but this one is different! This sugar baby is the one who makes him realize that love is not in the form of the opposite sex. It's the heart that speaks for the mind. A bitter smile appeared on the CEO's face. "do you trust me?" the question is so severe that his heart is pumping fast! Dylan keeps on avoiding eye contracts from him … his daddy sighs heavily before repeating, "I said, do you trust me—"

"How can I trust you after what happened?” Tristan, his face stinging from the impact, holds his hand to his cheek but remains resolute. He looks into Elizabeth's eyes, his voice filled with sincerity. "I know I made a terrible mistake, but I'm here to make things right. I swear, I'll help you get out of this. Trust me." Elizabeth hesitates for a moment, searching his eyes for any hint of deceit. She sees a flicker of remorse and determination, and a glimmer of hope emerges within her. With a deep breath, she nods, reluctantly accepting Tristan's offer of assistance.

"When I say that we are in this shit together, when I tell you that we will put an end to all this madness, and when I promise that I will stand by you till the end of the world, I am never bluffing. It just hurts to know that you don't trust me, B!" Who said he was bluffing? Why does a small issue, such as understanding that he needed to be with his mother, that he needed to take care of his mother, that his mother needed him more than I did, or that he had too much on his plate, become a mountain? And trust? Who said I don't trust him? I have entrusted the most golden yet fragile part of me to him-my heart. In as much as it is risky, I still would choose to give him my heart over and over

I groaned softly as he put a finger inside of me, felt his chest rise as he discovered my moisture, my yearning. The thought began to stray as my blood raced quicker through my veins, his cock firm against my behind as he pleasured me. He’d told me everything I needed to know— that he wanted the future I dreamt of for us, and all that was left was for me to believe that he’d never lie to me. And I did trust him. More than anyone. Everyone else lied and twisted and used me to attain their aims or to protect themselves, leaving me cold and alone, but never Tristan. He was ever and always the rock at my back. My love. My life.

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.

“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.”

I whispered, not to him, not even really to myself, but to the version of me that had once believed in certainty. "You're still Narine," he replied softly. "The woman who survived the worst this world could throw at her. The one who still chooses kindness when she could've turned cold. The one who stood her ground in a palace full of politics and predators. The woman I-" His voice faltered. I heard the breath catch in his throat. "The woman I trust with my life." I blinked hard, but the tears stung anyway. "Even if I'm dangerous?" "Especially then," he answered, without missing a beat. "Because you'd never hurt anyone unless you had to. Whatever that power is, it's not wild or cruel. It's bo

As the doors close shut and it descends, it feels like he's taking my heart along with him. I would never cheat on him. The fact that he doesn't know that only goes to show how much trust he has in me. Why wouldn't he listen to me? Why won't he give me a chance to explain? ******************************************

My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my chest, and I leaned against the door to catch my breath. Emotions swirl within me, a chaotic storm of confusion and uncertainty. I am lost in a sea of feelings, unable to discern which way is up or down. My heart yearned for his love. My heart yearned for his passion, but how could I trust his words when he had repeatedly betrayed my trust? At that moment, it was clear that he was willing to go to any lengths to protect me. Naturally, I cannot trust his words alone. I will only be convinced if I witness his unwavering determination through his actions.

“They had years to come for me. Why now?” “Because you’re distracted. Because you got someone to lose now.” My chest burned. Not from anger. From truth. “You’re saying I need to hide him.” “I’m saying... if he’s your heart, they’ll use it like a dagger.” “I’ll kill anyone who touches him.” He nodded. “I believe you. But you can’t fight blind. You need eyes everywhere.” “I don’t know who I can trust.” “You can trust me. For now.” I looked up.