Trust In Me Jennifer L Armentrout Novels & Stories

Claire asked "Somehow, I can feel that she is telling the truth. Something inside of me is telling me we can trust her," Jennifer said. Claire and I both looked at each other. Then, Jennifer held groaned in pain while holding her stomach. Her heat was getting worse by the second. "I want you to give me the herb," Jennifer growled, and Angela looked at me, and I simply nodded.

His orbs changed into the dark as he furiously stood up and hold my arms before yelling to me-" And what does seeing other people's pain bring me? Broken Trust?" I jerked his hands in anger as I replied-" Broken trust? Huh? I have never broken any trust of yours... that time I tried to tell you all about my mom's letter... But you didn't have any time... that night I came to see you but you were at Jennifer's room comforting her...." the pain in my voice can be heard that time. I continued-" I was lost and broken with all those hidden secrets of this WitchLand and Felix... the one who I thought I can trust has fooled me... Betrayed me. Do you think I have not suffered like you?" I said while

“You let the fallback route get compromised. Our people walked right into an ambush. They knew the exact plan Amelia signed off on. Don’t pretend that’s not on you.” I felt my blood turn to ice. He made it sound like I’d handed them the map myself. The whole room leaned forward like they could see the blood on my hands. The entire table went silent. Emma opened her mouth to defend me, but Jenny’s cool voice cut through. “No one’s saying Amelia leaked it. But she’s new. She doesn’t know who to trust.” My head snapped around. “Say that again.” Jenny didn’t blink. She smiled, all sharp edges. “Orphan. Outsider. How loyal can you be when you don’t belong anywhere?”

Zipping me a scowl, she agreed, “Maybe. However, someday, you will come to learn you can trust me. Implicitly.” I knew she’d leave the moment she learned everything; that was what I could trust. Until then, I’d steal as much time as I could with her. Glancing toward me, she said, “You’ll also come to understand there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” I glanced at her, but she was no longer paying me any heed. With a shake of my head, I released a breath. No one had ever claimed to be so dedicated to me. I wasn’t sure how to process it.

Never knew who the real me was—to be fair, I didn’t want to know him, either. She sees him plainly, that much I know. She sees how far he's fallen, and is skeptical enough not to take his accusations at face value. Isn't she? The unknown terrifies me. I guess this is what it's all about, as miserable as it is. Trust. It’s never been one of my stronger qualities. That's what happens when you've been burned time and again so many times you lose faith in people. Not only in women, though women haven’t proven themselves trustworthy to me in the past. It’s anyone that has the power to take what I give them and rip it apart.

Amor was sitting on the edge of the bed, his scorching hand soldering my shaking hand. He signalled Morfan through his eyebrows. Morfan bowed, placed the contract on the table, and left the room. “It’s ok, Zeve. Take your time.” “I am sorry…” my voice quavered. “After everything I went through, I can’t bring myself to trust anyone. Even though I know you saved me, I still can’t… trust…” His other hand wrapped around my hand, too. “It’s a good thing. You shouldn’t trust anyone except yourself to survive. Once you are in Arginieth, you will understand that not trusting others is a blessing. There is no need to trust me because I am not a monk either.” He smirked teasingly.

Played me like I was some stepping stone in her revenge fantasy. A fool that I was, had given her everything she needed to destroy me. A memory seared sharp: her hand on my chest, her voice whispering, “I trust you.” Lies. I trusted her. The ache in my chest threatened to break me in half, but I refused to crumble. Not for her. Not for anyone. If Amara thought she could gut me and walk away with her vengeance intact, she didn’t know me at all. Because Damien Cole didn’t lose.

What if she was right and it was his care for me that made him push me to tell him what happened? It’s been easier to learn to trust Amara because she’s been the one who tended to my injuries every day. But trying to trust Shawn was infinitely harder. I try to think why that could be. Is it because he’s an Alpha, like Trent? Or is it because … because…

"And what did that make you think?" " Fear," Amiriam answered straightforwardly. "And anger. That I trust someone again." "You think trust is a weakness?" "I think it's a loaded gun." Dr. Reiner nodded purposefully. "And you trusted him." "Not on purpose. I just. kept making excuses for how far I was falling." "Do you think you trusted him because you are ready to let go of the armor?" Amiriam shook her head. "I don't know how to survive without it."

Corinne placed another petal against the ground, almost feeling as if a nearby flower was stroking her finger as she touched it “Otherwise, we rely on keeping our families together and trusting each other…” “That’s a nice way of thinking, but it doesn’t always work.” Hunter commented emotionlessly “Sometimes, there is no blood or other bond that can keep a person faithful to those who trust them.” “You… Still having problems with Jennifer?” she couldn't hold back that question any longer, even though she knew it wasn't her business.