Trust None Novels & Stories

Inside the cabin, Ethan reviewed financial reports while Lila studied the video message from her mother again. Noah sat across from them playing with the tablet. He looked up suddenly. “You know something weird?” Ethan glanced at him. “What?” “Your mom said ‘trust no one.’” Lila nodded. “Yes.” “But we already trust people.” Noah counted on his fingers. “Lawyers.” “Directors.” “Regulators.” “Security teams.” Ethan frowned slightly. Noah tilted his head. “What if one of them is the problem?” The cabin became quiet. Because the thought had already crossed Ethan’s mind.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Seven pressed on before she could interject. "Don is a man you can trust completely, Donna," he stated, pinning her with an intense stare that seemed to bore straight through to her soul. "He would never lie or intentionally deceive you. It simply isn't in his nature to be dishonest, especially about something as significant as fidelity within your union. If he told you he hasn't been unfaithful, then you can take that as the absolute truth. Be it about his mistress or about what we are, he isn't the type of man to lie about such things."

He was right about that! "Secondly," Trent continued, his eyes serious, "a smart person wouldn't just send that video in a way that could be easily traced back to them. Like, sending it to everyone's DMs? That's basically putting your name on it. You're way too clever for that. It's pretty obvious someone set you up." I nodded along, amazed at how he'd figured it all out. Then he said something that made my heart do somersaults. "Thirdly, I trust you."

“But their discomfort is their problem, not yours.” “It’s hard sometimes, not knowing if people are being genuine or just tolerating me because of Ocean.” “Welcome to our world, everyone has an agenda. Everyone is playing a game, you just have to decide who’s worth trusting.” “How do I know who to trust?” Sophia considers this. “Time, observation, instinct. But I can tell you a few things I’ve learned.” “Please.”

Under Zara's doubtful gaze, I shoved the card back into Josh's hands with force. "You know better than anyone if I've touched the money in there. I won't take the fall for this." Josh froze, then awkwardly looked away, pushing the card back to me. "Honey, I trust you with the money more than anyone." Then, he turned to Paul and Zara, trying to calm the waters with a peacemaker's tone. "Mom, Dad, we're family. Why are we splitting hairs over money like we're strangers? I believe in Chloe. She's not the type to blow cash without thinking.

Control is a leash you tie around panic and drag it where you need to go. When Mazzo returned, his charm had a small rip down the center. “Strange world,” he said, putting the phone face down. “You think you know who you can trust.” “In my experience,” she said, “trust is just a word people use to mean please don’t make me think about this too hard.” He huffed a laugh he didn’t feel. “My father heard a rumor,” he said casually, like a man commenting on the weather getting ready to turn. “About you.”

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It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

No traces left behind. He opened his laptop, the screen flickering to life with a soft hum. Pulled up Westbridge United’s fixture list on the club’s official site—league opener in five days, home game against a mid-table rival known for scrappy defense. He booked another week at the hotel through an anonymous travel app, paying with a prepaid card he’d picked up at the airport. No paper trail. No one back in Ostin City knew he was here. Elena thought he was at a scouting seminar in the capital. The board thought he was hunkered down reviewing tactics and transfer targets. Lies stacked like fragile cards in a house; one wrong move, and they’d all come tumbling down. But for now, they held.

The presence processed that. “Mutual limitation.” “Yes,” Melissa said. “Mutual trust,” I added quietly. “Trust is unverified.” Zara sighed. “Yeah, that tracks.” “It’s not something you verify,” I said. “Then it lacks reliability.” “It builds over time,” Jamal said. Leila nodded. “Through consistency.” “Consistency supports continuity,” it replied. Zara pointed slightly. “Hey, something you understand.” The presence didn’t react to her tone. “Then trust is a developing parameter.”