Romans & histoires Trust In Me Jennifer L Armentrout

"Dahil ba sa nangyari sa akin kaya ganyan ang desisyon mo? Why don't you hear me out first? Don't you trust me anymore, Victoria?" "Do not be mistaken, Lucas..." she replied as she chuckled. "I absolutely trust you. Alam kong mapagkakatiwalaan ka. Alam ko rin na matalino ka. I mean, everybody knows that. But your record has been tarnished, my dear. You've been in jail for five years. Are you sure you will succeed this time?" Lucas let out a soft but forced chuckle. "Gaya nga ng sinabi mo, nasadlak ako sa kulungan ng limang taon. It was my fault. Do you think I'd want to go back there again?"

“I mean...someone you trust, is looking down on you this very moment.” And then they leave. Leaving Amara watching their backs, mouth agape, trying to understand just what it is that they had meant. Someone she trusted was looking down on her? That couldn’t be right. She had only one person she trusted inside the academe. At most two. Lady Vita and El. She had to trust Lady Vita because she was the head professor. She ought to trust someone who was teaching her about the things she doesn’t know about. And that leaves El, who had always been there for her right at the start. Who she treats like a sister, who she loves like a sister. It couldn’t possibly be her either.

Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger. I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.” “Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!” “And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.

Amy stared at the floor for a long time until, as if remembering something, she looked up at me and gestured nervously. ____" How do I know you didn't shoot my friend? I rolled my eyes at his accusatory words. ____ "It wasn't me, that's all I can say.. __" I don't trust you .Amy gestures ,___ " And what reason would I have to shoot your friend? ___ " All I know is that you are a dangerous person, I saw you kill a man . He gestures ___ " I've killed more than one man, my dear, but as for your friend, I'm innocent..

And she would stand by me, thick or thin. “We have to at least try,” Trista said. “This is the way. I really believe that. Please, Johnson. Believe in me. Trust. All I’m asking you to do is love me.” I inhaled. I had let fear run my life for too long. I had let it make too many decisions for me. It was time to end it. I had Trista. She was willing to bond with me in the most powerful, profound way. What the hell was I waiting for?

It was like everything I had been trying so hard to keep buried finally exploded. The truth is here in my face. They are fucking the same. I was so tired, so tired. Jenny rushed over to me without saying another word and pulled me into a tight hug. "They both played with me, Jenny," I cried into her shoulder, gripping the back of her shirt so tightly my fingers started hurting. "I trusted him... I trusted him, Jenny." "I'm so sorry, babes," Jenny whispered, still hugging me while I cried. She rubbed slow circles on my back, letting me cry as much as I needed.

“Don’t think I won’t kill again if I find out you’ve been lying to me.” Amara recoiled as if struck. “You think I’m with him? That I’d ever—” “I don’t know what to think!” Dante’s voice thundered through the room. He raked a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. “He has photographs, Amara. Proof of—of things you never told me. Why should I trust you?” Her knees weakened, and she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her voice trembled, but she forced it steady. “Because trust is love, Dante. And if you can’t trust me, then maybe you never loved me at all.”

I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You don’t have to say anything,” Vincent replied gently. “Just trust me, Jennifer . I’ll protect you. I swear it.” His promise hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, I believed him. I wanted to believe him. But I couldn’t ignore the nagging doubt at the back of my mind—the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more dangerous than either of us realized. “I’ll stay,” I said finally, my voice trembling. “But only because I don’t have another choice.”

He said he loved me, but he never trusted me. I wanted to question Hanson, to scream it at him. But he couldn't hear or see me. Everything I wanted to say dissolved into nothing. "If you want to know whether Tess is your child, we can run a DNA test for you," Amelia said quietly. She looked at Tess, who was curled up beside my body, small and silent. Those eyes looked exactly like Hanson's. Anyone could see it. So why did no one believe it? Amelia was right. If they tested again, it would prove the truth.