Trust Nobody Not Even Yourself Novels & Stories

Sure, he’d pushed me over the edge, but this was also about me. It was about time anyway. “It’s not that I don’t agree with what you’re doing,” Trinity said with a thoughtful look. “Because I would’ve done the same—but I don’t think it should be Nate.” I sighed, shaking my head. “I want it to be with someone I trust, and I trust Nate. He’s normal enough.” Trinity lifted her brow. "What does normal even mean?" “Hmm,” I glanced at the guy walking past us, wearing way too much cologne as he strutted like he owned the place. “Not that guy.”

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.

His lips parted in surprise and stayed there without closing. He was right, but self doubt was man's greatest enemy. Since I knew the truth, it wasn't hard to manipulate with a few lies and get what I want. "As you say Tracy." He concluded. I didn't respond to that. Instead I shut my eyes and looked away. No need to banter. Nothing's going to change and nothing has. I'm still the lone wolf. Ethan is a prison but still one of the bad guys, he's on my list. I will not forget nor lose sight of that no matter what. Rest assured.

“And if we rush, we expose ourselves. The rivals would love nothing more than to catch us mid-transfer.” The room grew tense. Money was power. Money was survival. But money was also vulnerability. One of the older men cleared his throat. “We’ve done this before. But never at this scale. The question is: who do we trust?” I leaned forward, my eyes sweeping the table. “Trust is earned,” I said. “Not given. Not assumed. Every man in this room has earned it. But outside these walls? No one. Not Giovanni. Not rivals. Not shadows. Only us.”

“I see you think a lot. What do you think I haven't thought of yet? So I don't know how to respond. But I certainly won't betray you. Aren't you confident in yourself?" “I have no confidence in myself.” “Then put that trust in me. I will not betray your trust.”

I uttered, bewildered. “Yes, I do.” “B-But why... didn't we just met?” “Trusting someone isn't a matter of how long you know the person. Even best friends since the fetus could betray their friends. It doesn't really matter.” My brows furrowed as I poured my attention to him. “Then... Why do you trust me, then? You said to yourself that even friends could betray each other. So, why trust me?’ He smirked. “'Cause we're not friends.”

But I know myself and I believe that it’s okay to trust you. His sherry brown eyes darkened for a second as he said, “Really?” There was a deliberate sharpness in his voice as he said, “How could you know who to trust and how do you even know about yourself when you didn’t get a chance to understand yourself. You spend more than half of your life in captivity, how could you know that I am the right person to trust.”

And he walking just a step back then me. We both were silent. What do I actually think? Do I really wanna trust the people here? Do I really care about the company? Do I deserve what I am getting is this what I want in my life I wondered to myself, thinking very deeply. I don't know who I should trust? I don't even trust myself anymore how bad somethings canturn for someone that it have turned for me after all? I laughed at my fate, he looking up at me.

It felt absurd for a man in his thirties to be upset about his best friend not being able to hang out with him, but that man was currently alone and unable to move. As he laid alone in his bed, he had no better task than to overprocess all of his thoughts and feelings. He wasn’t just over-thinking, he was also over-feeling. And Craig? Since when did Roth trust outsiders enough to just let them have access to his house? Roth was that person who changed the security passcode right after he dumped his flings, so they would not be able to return back to his house. Roth had never been a trusting person, he was certainly overly open at times, but he didn’t trust even his own shadow. That’s what ma