Trust Nobody Not Even Yourself Novels & Stories

he said. I was once a fool who did not know how to protect herself. As a result, I was deeply hurt by the people closest to me. I was abused, exploited, and even lost my virginity because of my foolishness. Trust? It was such a simple word, but it was the most difficult thing for me to do. “Alpha Bowers.” “Yeah?” “I'm sorry. But I don't trust anyone but myself.” He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. I couldn't bring myself to tell him all that I've been through but I hope he could see the

I said lazily, letting out a heavy sigh. Earlier, I was thinking of not telling him about my condition yet, but now I just want to stay away from him because of what I found out. I don’t want to make it a big deal, but my trust issues are getting worse! I feel like anyone can easily deceive me! Even him. Even though he’s supposed to be the only person I completely trust, he can still manipulate me. And it hurts! I can’t accept it! That’s why I feel like this! It’s frustrating!

"We can't keep receiving messages everyday from a ghost, who is good at playing mind games. I'm Adrian morrite and we don't play games we create them. After saying that I hung up, I stand by the window, watching the smoke from the chimneys curl into the night sky. The fire, the wire, the lies, they all blur together now. And for the first time, I understand what my father meant when he said: "Trust isn’t built in this world, Adrian. It’s weaponized.”

“You remember all that?” “I don’t forget important things,” he said again, this time without smiling. I looked down at the page, suddenly aware of how fast my heart was beating. “I want to help,” James said. “Not because I want credit. And not because of the kids. Because this matters. You matter.” I swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to trust you.” His voice lowered. “Then don’t.” I looked up. “Just trust yourself,” he said. “Trust that the woman who built this life from nothing knows what she’s doing when she lets someone in.”

"Sandra, how do I know who to trust anymore?" "You start by trusting yourself." "I can't trust myself. I fell in love with someone who was lying to me from the beginning." "That doesn't mean you can't trust yourself. It means Jared is a good liar." "But I should have seen the signs." "What signs? That he cared about you? That he was always there when you needed him?" "That he showed up too fast when I called. That he knew too much about my apartment. That he acted strange sometimes." "Jane, those are small things. Normal people don't think their boyfriends are criminals."

he says matter-of-factly, and I can almost imagine him pinching those thick eyebrows of his. “I don’t trust anyone.” It comes out more curt than intended, but it’s the truth. You have no idea how many people you have in your life who will stab you in the back just because they think it’s funny. Especially when it comes to the elite world of organized crime. We were bred to survive and become ruthless, so most of us have developed a ‘fend for yourself’ mentality when it comes to our lives. “That’s not true. You trust me.” He reasons, but that only makes me scoff.

“Believe in yourself. Whatever you choose, I’m with you.” This chapter explores the delicate balance between trust and personal identity. Sophia’s life has been defined by the people around her—her family’s protection, their lies, their attempts to shield her from the truth. Now, standing on the precipice of a life-changing decision, she must learn to trust her own instincts and take control of her future.

If were alone together I don’t trust myself, I don’t trust him. Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare. A/N drop a gem, like or comment if you enjoyed this chapter xx

I'd even hallucinated as far envisaging that he had a mustache on his face just like the loan shark. It's pretty depressing to be aware of the fact that every element of life is working against you; friendships, emotions, physical appearance, the weather even my health. It's awful, knowing that you are on your own, and you can't trust anything or anyone. Even yourself. If you can not trust yourself to always hold your head up high and soar above every difficulty that life throws at you, doesn't that destabilize and neutralize the entire concept of self love? What's there to love in one's self, if that same self constantly fails you?

"Are you scared or what?" I nodded my head negatively, "Forget about me, just tell me what these three mantras are about." "The first on the list is this, people can be trusted, but not everyone should be trusted." I stared at her in shock. That's really a hard mantra to believe, people can't be trusted. If you do, you will definitely end up being hurt in the end. "Sorry, I don't believe this Sandra, how on Earth am I supposed to believe this when I have been hurt by people close to me," I said, snapping my fingers across her face.