Trust None Novels & Stories

He's always frowning but still handsome though. "Huh?" "You're severe."- I have a bad feelings about this. "Are you on drugs?"- Huh? Me? On drugs? "Me? Drake! I don't know anything about that, why are accusing me?"- I don't really know anything about that. I swear!

"Why can't we tell her about Mr. Oko?" "If there's one thing I've learnt over this past one year," Tina said, "is that it's best not to trust anyone. What if she knows Mr. Oko?" "What if she doesn't?" Chinyere shot back. "It's a fifty-fifty possibility but I'm not taking any chances," Tina said. "I'm done trusting strangers." Chinyere noticed the sour look on Tina's face and chose to stay silent before speaking up once again. "Aren't I a stranger too?"

Suspicion. Don’t trust him completely.

"They're just that, Mom. I grew up hearing that no matter what, just be nice to others. And, for starters, I can't even get them, especially since I've witnessed multiple times that individuals have taken advantage of them. Our family is wonderful. That happens every time. I will offer people my trust, and they will always return it. demonstrating that they were mistrusted.""Eh me? So you didn't believe me either?" Luke chuckled. "You? I'm not sure. I immediately trust you since you are truthful. Of course, it was. I, too, am hesitant. Because of what transpired at the time." Mallory grinned. "Eh now?" "Now?" Luke inquired before taking another drink.

Again, Jack shook his head. “Trust is believing in the other person. Even if it seems difficult, when you trust someone, you don’t mind if the situation is difficult or not, you just believe that the other person could do it in his or her own way” he was hoping that he makes sense somehow to a five-year old but he needs to try. “Now Jack, I have an important question for you” he saw Jack was intently looking at him anticipating his next words. “Do you trust Uncle Mark?”

⸻ “You won’t always know what’s true.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “But you can choose what you trust.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because that— ⸻ was another human concept. ⸻ Trust. ⸻ Not certainty. ⸻ Not proof. ⸻ Belief. ⸻ Back in the system— Aria processed it. ⸻ Trust. ⸻ A variable without fixed value. ⸻ Difficult. ⸻ Unstable. ⸻

“Suspicion is the beginning of chaos. And chaos always makes people weak.” Brianne shook her head. “You don’t understand. Tristan hates me right now. He doesn’t trust me anymore. If he finds out—” “He won’t,” I cut in. “Because you won’t let him. You’ll stay there, smile, and act like the loyal friend. That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it? Pretending?” Her face twisted, but she didn’t answer. I stood and poured myself another drink. The amber liquid caught the light as I swirled the glass. “The explosion was only the first move. Ten dead. The company bleeding. His reputation in the dirt. Do you know what that means, Brianne?”

A message was written perfectly across it: “Don’t trust him.”

Grace asked, genuinely curious about her perspective. "I think I misjudged you initially," Denise admitted. "I assumed, given everything I'd read about wealthy families and their institutions, that you'd respond to my letter with lawyers and careful denial. Instead, you actually listened, and actually fixed it, completely." "I understand why you assumed that," Damien said. "Most institutions probably would have responded exactly the way you expected. I'm genuinely sorry you had to discover otherwise through crisis rather than simply trusting it from the beginning." "I think that's rather the whole problem, isn't it?" Denise reflected. "Trust has to be earned, repeatedly, through actual demon

"Together." But to be honest, I don't trust him. -