Trust In Me Jennifer L Armentrout Mga Nobela at Kwento

They're all the same, heartless. My whole body was completely devastated, they were not going to stop doing shits that will make me feel so worthless. It's now hard for me to trust in the people around me, I lost it. I don't know who to believe and trust anymore. It's only Jennifer who can assure me that she will never break me.

“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?”

"You both need help to deal with everything that's happened. What just happened is proof of that." It was on the tip of Amelia's tongue to claim that she was fine, that everything was fine. She clenched her jaw. She weren't supposed to need help but... "What kind of help?" Jenny continued to watch her closely. "I have a friend who is a good doctor, but also a therapist specialized in trauma. She'd be bound to full confidentiality if you'd choose to trust her."

I had repeatedly betrayed her trust in the most personal and intimate of ways. “I couldn’t risk it,” was all I could think to whisper. Her face crumpled with upset confusion before she rasped, “Risk what?” “Risk receiving the look you’re giving me right now,” I admitted. “At first, I didn’t know you. I still thought I might be kidnapping you. I didn’t care about you. But then later, I—I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to lose you, and my truth was horrible. I knew you’d eventually see me just the way you are right now. You’d understand the real me and be filled with horror. I knew you’d leave.”

Jenny was regretting for believing this girl and breaking the trust of her childhood friend. " Jack believed me and shared his secret to me but i broke his trust. I revealed his secret to this bloody bitch. I am stupid that i believed on her fake promise. I believed her that she'll help me in getting Rohan's love. " " I should understand that love can't be win.It's a feeling. I don't thik Jack will ever forget me for breaking his trust. I lost my childhood friendship just a blink of an eye." . Jenny was crying. Tears rolled down from her eyes.

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.

“Jake could help. If we play this right.” She slammed the rag onto the counter with a wet smack and turned toward the bags—heavy, sealed, silent. I let out a laugh that barely passed as amused. “You’re dreaming. Jake’s tied to Armando so tight, he’d bleed loyalty before betrayal.” Amelia didn’t flinch. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll turn him. Trust me.” “You said he doesn’t even notice you,” I shot back, testing her resolve. “What makes you think you can flip him now?”

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…