Wounds From A Friend Can Be Trusted Novels & Stories

Lance Trusting people is never easy. But when you put faith in someone, betrayal is the last thing you expect from them. You expect them to have your back, not wanting to put your wife on her back! This hurts so much; I haven’t even touched my coffee and bagel since morning. The hunger in my stomach was filled by rage, hatred, hurt, and betrayal. It was one of those moments. I tried retracing my steps in order to see where I went wrong in all those years. We were friends, but I couldn’t, because I have been a damn good friend, and now I felt as if there was no one I could trust. Not even Dwight who sat in front of me staring without saying a word. If my best friend can betray me like this, w

“You are welcome. You are welcome and safe here. No one will hurt you again. I promise you that.” Yeah. Those were the familiar recitation of her best friend every day before he struck that dagger of betrayal into her heart. It would take more than words for her to trust another as blindly as she did with Scott. Nevertheless, she was still appreciative of Kamala's selflessness toward her filthy self. Not judging or pestering her broken mind.

He laughs nervously, walking away to stare down at the yard. His eyes fixate on something or someone but I do not follow him, I cannot succumb to the need to hold him tight when I’m absolutely livid with him. He might say he’s weighed the pro’s and con’s of this alliance already guy you can never trust anyone, even your friends. I learnt that the hard way many years ago.

I uttered, bewildered. “Yes, I do.” “B-But why... didn't we just met?” “Trusting someone isn't a matter of how long you know the person. Even best friends since the fetus could betray their friends. It doesn't really matter.” My brows furrowed as I poured my attention to him. “Then... Why do you trust me, then? You said to yourself that even friends could betray each other. So, why trust me?’ He smirked. “'Cause we're not friends.”

She listened intently, her eyes filled with compassion as I recounted the lies and deceit that had become entangled in my life. With a gentle touch, she held my trembling hands and softly spoke, "My dear Theron, trust is a fragile thing. It can strengthen or shatter in an instant. It pains me to see you wounded, but let this be a lesson for you. Not all who smile at us are our true allies." Her words struck a chord deep within me, resonating with a truth that I had been avoiding. I was consumed by fury and despair, realizing that the man I considered a friend had played me like a pawn in his sinister game. The realization was bitter, a taste I struggled to swallow.

It caused shivers to run down my spine . " I don't know . I was starting to think of her as my best friend . I don't know anymore . " I admit with a slight nod . " That's life . You can't trust anyone now a days but .. I'll always be here for you . No matter what it is . " he grins in a comforting manner and I can't help but completely believe him . The world is full of hurt and betrayal , maybe that's why mates exist . So that you at least have one person who will be by your side , no matter what .

I whispered, fighting back my sudden tears. “You can absolutely trust me. We're friends right? These are just phases which we'll overcome together. We're great together. Look, we both crave revenge. Our enemies are just jealous that we're together.” He responded. "Why would you want me to believe you when I barely trust you. You call us friends but friends do not sell themselves out, do they? Friends have each other's backs and don't use each other as pawns for truth or dare, do they? You must have been laughing under your breath last night, looking at me get foolishly seduced.” I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut.

I mumbled. “See, I still trust him even after our fallout romantic relationship, but I trust him because we were able to be friends first and I liked that we have that relationship.” He tells me. I can see him glance at Lucas before reaching for his cup again and then standing up. “If a friend hurts you, then forget about them and take that part out of your life. You don’t need it.” I stayed quiet as I saw Andre putting his cup in the sink and Lucas moved to sit beside me.

My gaze remained unwavering. "I miss our friendship, Willow. I miss you. Can't we find a way to move past this?" Beth's pleas grew more desperate. Did she just say we should move past it? Did she say she missed the friendship? She's such a jokester. So fake! How could she miss the friendship she never valued? "Move past this? Do you think a few words can erase the scars you left? Trust is fragile, Sarah, and you shattered it." My anger simmered beneath the surface.

Children? It's not that I didn't trust Marct. The man has proven himself lately. If it wasn't for him, my men would be dead by now. He's been of great assistance. I just wasn't sure how much trust I could put in him in terms of myself and my body. What if this is harmful? Yes, it's clinically proven, as the brochure stated with all the necessary references to back him up, but it's still a far reach.