Novel & Cerita Trust Nobody Not Even Yourself

"I have been fucked up since before him but guess what the only thing that gets me through the day is because I know I have to be there for my brother and my parents or else I may be the monster people run from." He looks back at me and looks concerned and worried. "I tried to make sure I was still the girl who loved flowers and sometimes I am but other days I am a fucked up person. Have you ever wondered I have never told any secret to you in my life it is because I was taught not to trust people. It takes me years to trust someone," I tell him. "So just imagine that I trust someone and fall in love with them. Then they turn into a monster. So now I just trust myself. So excuse me asshole f

The contact was brief, but it triggered a cascade of rapid-fire diagnostic checks in my neural link—a sudden, unmanageable surge of thoracic pressure, an increase in adrenaline, and a total, absolute silencing of my analytical monologue. "What is the component?" she asked. "Trust," I said. "Not the kind that I can monitor with a security feed, and not the kind that can be verified through a cryptographic handshake. The kind of trust that allows you to walk into a room full of predators, knowing that the man by your side is not your warden, but your equal."

You trust no one, except yourself. Abruptly, he released the amulet, letting it drop against her chest with a thump. She moistened her lips and continued. ‘The mistrust you feel gave you the strength to move on. But if you continue clinging to your cynicism about others, you could lose the most valuable part of yourself.’ He sat back, studying her from behind his protective shield once again. ‘That’s quite a statement, and a rather general one. You can’t get through life without being hurt in some way. And trust, well, that’s a quality reserved for fools.’

How can I not trust you? *

"Fair enough. God knows I need all the support I can get to pull this whole thing off." "Which I'm confident you will either way." "If only I had as much confidence in myself as you do in me." Tyler cocked his head to the side. "You don't? With the way you act, you're easily the most confident person in the room at any given time." Trinity shook her head. "That's just what it is, Tyler- an act. Half the time, I keep expecting someone from the crowd to get up and call us out on our hoax of a relationship and there'd be nothing anyone would be able to do about it."

“You won’t make a mistake, I trust you.” Only I didn’t trust myself.

I didn’t acknowledge her as I walked past and out of the stupid, boring party! I blindly trusted Kian because we had a common goal, I should have known not to trust him so soon, look at me, getting fooled a second time. I learned my lesson, the only person I should be trusting and counting on is myself, not even someone I’m in a business arrangement with.

Does this young man have a neurological issue? But one thing is certain, I won't let anyone else slip away like my family did. I can't rely on what it says. Because it's the truth, everything it says is definitely a lie. It's an empty promise, with no guarantees. But I need some sort of hope. I always have to believe that the only way to escape this dark and suffocating sadness is by knowing that I can repay the debt. I definitely can't trust this person. They're not a true friend. Even if they claim to act like a good king, their past actions can't be erased.

"You’re who you are. Nothing else. Nothing more. Whatever anyone thinks? That’s their problem. Only the truth matters." I swallow hard, something thick and unsteady settling in my chest. He believes me. No hesitation. No conditions. No ‘if that’s what you want me to think.’ Just trust. Liam sees me. The version of myself I’m still struggling to accept. The version I’m scared to claim. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m running. “Okay.” Liam leans back, completely unbothered. “Besides, trusting everything on social media is stupid. They think I’m this emotionless playboy.”

ARIA “I stopped it.” His reflection in the window shows a bitter smile. “I’d been watching, learning. I knew which board members were loyal and which were snakes. I gathered evidence of their embezzlement...yes, embezzlement seems to be a recurring theme in my life...and threatened to go public unless they backed down.” “At sixteen?” “At sixteen.” He turns to face me. “I learned early that the only person you can truly rely on is yourself. That trust is a weakness people will exploit. That love...” He pauses. “Love is just another vulnerability.”