Trust None Novels & Stories

Trust is such a loaded word. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly because I genuinely don’t.

We can’t trust anyone. ‘Agree.’, ***** TBC

“It did.” His expression tightened. “You’re still here,” I added. That made him go quiet. A long pause followed. Then, barely audible: “I don’t know how to trust that.” I nodded once. “That’s fair.” That surprised him. I continued gently, “Trust isn’t something you force yourself into. It’s something that builds when nothing proves it wrong.” Ronan exhaled slowly. “That’s… annoyingly reasonable.” I smiled faintly. “I try.” A small silence passed between us.

His personal experience had taught him very well that without trust, no matter how strong a foundation was, it remained hollow. His lips formed into a smile which looked little suspicious to Shubham as he spoke with something undeniable in his rough voice “Earning trust is hard but keeping it is precious, once you lose trust you lose everything, the there is no going back, isn’t it MAMA??” He pressed more pressure on ‘MAMA’ word, curling his finger over thighs to stop himself from strangling this piece of garbage even though the hatred, rage and pain growing into his heart was instigating him to thrash him here and there mercilessly till he died but he would not snatch anything more from his

◇NO POV◇ no day in our life goes smooth without worries if there is a day without any single worrying thought then we are lucky but every perfect ending will have many trouble some journey don and srinithi finally confessed their love to eachother and wanted to lead a peaceful love life but a unknown person entered into his life claiming him as her boyfriend any relationship is based on trust if there is no trust then it will be never called as a relationship the trust don is having on srinithi and the trust srinithi having on don protected them from splitting up

“It's pretty clear that you want to be the lunar, but if you're not careful, Reena might just snag that title away from you.” "I won't let that happen," I said vehemently. “But there's nothing little you can do, can you? I might be of help.” “Why?” I became suspicious. “Can't stand such an injustice," he said with a false smile. “That's unlike you, and besides, I don't trust you.” But Damion merely chuckled, a chilling sound that echoed through the trees. "Trust is overrated, Linda. You might achieve your dream of I help." Despite myself, I felt drawn in, curiosity battling against my instincts.

Troy “Have you tried just talking to her?” Sandra’s innocent question has me glancing in her direction. We’d all decided to meet outside Club Red, and we’re sitting around a table in one of Arson’s father’s restaurants. The guy came from an empire of fine food and dining but chose to make his way in the tech world instead. Still, it’s a nice, reasonably quiet place to sit where we can all talk. “Of course he has.” Thea’s gentle words and the way she touches Sandra’s hand takes any sting out of the statement before her attention turns to me. “She doesn’t hate you, she’s just not sure she can ever trust you. Trust is important in relationships.”

Thirty years of trusting. Finally. Answered.

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.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “Yes,” she said. “Trust.” She grimaced. Andre resumed walking and she followed beside him. “I don’t believe in it,” he replied after a moment. Eleanor blinked once. “You don’t believe in trust?” Andre’s jaw tightened slightly. “Trust makes people careless,” he said. “Weak, you know." His voice remained calm but there was a hard certainty in it that made certain the fact that he wasn't merely beating around the bush but meant every word he was saying.