Trust None Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say. "And I will do the same," he says. Like it is a terms of agreement. Like we are establishing the rules of something that does not have a name yet but is going to need them. "Do you trust me?" I ask. He thinks about it. Genuinely thinks, not performing consideration. "I am deciding to," he says. "That is different from not trusting you. Deciding to trust someone is a choice you make before you have all the evidence. I am making it."

“Oh no,” I repeated quietly to myself, because if there was one thing experience had taught me, it was that those two words were never wrong. They were never casual words. They were not words you said when things were fine. They were words reserved for moments when your carefully constructed emotional neutrality cracked just enough to let something inconvenient slip through. Like interest. Or curiosity. Or, worst of all, hope. Hope, after all, was a dangerous thing. It crept in quietly, as though it belonged there. It made itself comfortable, kicked its shoes off, and then ruined your life by demanding things. Like vulnerability. Or emotional availability. Or, God forbid, expectations. Hope

Anger flooded her eyes once more. "Yara, if you truly had gone to college, then at worst, this would be a civil dispute. You'd just owe me money. However, if you never went to college and still lied to me that it was tuition, then that's fraud. It's a crime. You could go to prison." I looked at her calmly. "Jocelyn, I never once told you in person that I went to college. Think about it carefully. Who was it that led you to believe that? That person is the culprit behind all this."

I took a deep breath and made my way over. “Glad you came,” he said, his smile warm. “Thanks for meeting me. What is this “past” stuff all about?” I said, trying to sound busy and annoyed when realistically, I had nothing to do. “Are you ready to hear what I know?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “Yes, but how do I know what you're saying is true?” I replied. He nodded slowly. “Trust is earned, not given. I get that. But I can share information that could change everything for you.”

"I've built a large client base, and once I start advertising your resort to my people, they'll come swarming." "That's too good to be true," Tom huffs. "I don't know what you're trying to play at, but..." "Trust," Atlas counters, cutting the man off. "There is no game at all. I have always provided my clients with the utmost care and trust. Because of that, they have faith in the homes, businesses, and resorts that I advertise to them." For a moment, neither man speaks as they consider Atlas' words, but from the look on their faces, it's clear that they still don't quite believe him.

I exhaled softly, the answer coming easier than I expected. "It feels steady." A pause. "And it feels right." He drummed his fingers lightly against the desk, filling the brief silence between us. "Trust is usually built on evidence, Mr. Kingsley. What evidence do you have?" My lips twitched faintly, more out of irony than amusement. "None." "Then what exactly are you trusting?" "I..." I searched for something, but came up empty. Damn it. Dr. Alonso pushed back from his chair and rose to his feet.

“It’s cute, the way you think this is a war you can win. You’re three people with a stolen drive. We’re the world’s most trusted company.” Kim looked up from the console. “That trust is a lie. And it’s about to collapse.” To be continued...

Goodness called me again, moving closer, "you are free to make your own decisions but don't you dare turn your back on me." "I am not turning my back on you rather I am making you understand the reality of life. You can't trust anyone in this world because at the appropriate time, your connection with that person would be broken. I don't trust friendship neither do I trust love. Friendship and love are two sides of a coin, sitting on a table with one always on top of the other." "So, you don't believe in marriage?"

He asked Nick once again, " And Zieve is....... Zieve Stocks?..... our Zie?" Nick nodded again and said," Yes, Uncle Shera! You took too long to recognise us and we took too long to understand you." Shera had a lot of questions but his experience had made him as firm as a rock, so he looked at Nick and asked," What if you are lying? Tell me something that make me believe you!" Nick knew this was going to come, and he wasn't surprised. It was one of the most important things in their line of work. You cannot trust your enemy by mere words. Your enemy will try to lure you in their trap and if you fall for their words, you will be done.

"How do I know if I can trust him again?" "You do not. Trust is not knowledge. It is faith. It is choosing to believe someone will do better. Will be better. Even knowing they might fail." Mae smiled. "So ask yourself. Do I have faith in Colt Richardson? Do I believe he can change? Do I want to take that risk?" "What if I am wrong? What if he lies again? What if he breaks my heart again?"