Wounds From A Friend Can Be Trusted Novels & Stories

My own goal was catching that bàstard. * * " Why do you trust your enemies so easily, boss?" Knife asked. Knife and I were alone outside Nagisa's house, dumping the dead bodies at a section of the house where they would be buried by Nagisa's servants. " I don't know," I said. " I crush my enemies when I make them my friend. Those was Abraham Lincoln's words. They tell you a lot about friends and enemies. A friend is good and all but he's also dangerous. He knows a lot about you. Meanwhile an enemy you make your friend has nothing against you. An enemy has so much to prove than a friend that's why I employ my enemies best."

(Ariel's POV) But something clicked in my thoughts, Vincent was a werewolf. How would I move past that? I couldn't possibly be an ally with an enemy now, could I? I shook my head, kept my face as stoic as I could, "Vincent, Friends are loyal, friends are honest, friends have each other's back, and friends trust each other." I sighed, the next words tasted like lead on my tongue, If I was being honest with myself. Vincent was not a bad guy but I could not trust someone from the loins of my enemies. I just could not.

A painful scar that refused to heal for many years was at his wrist, he normally concealed it with a glove and had given up on treatments since it won't heal no matter what, instead it just got worse. I stared down at the injury, looking a bit irritated, my lips totally sealed. "That friend did this. Get this into your tiny foolish skull," His middle finger poked my forehead trying to drive the message into my head. "You shouldn't trust anyone." He said with a cold whisper. I nodded wearily, only wishing for this strength draining episodes to end soon. He walked away, heading towards a high stool close to the wall edge. There was a large cheese board beside the stool. Emma poured him some wi

"Can't we call for help?" He shot the dog a wry glance. "Call whom? Your precious packs, who would laugh to hear that a children's bogeyman is true?" "What about your vampire friends?" "Vampires have no friends, just acquaintances who are either trying to bring you down or helping someone else. Never trust them." "Funny you say that because you expect us to trust you."

“Oh. Well, that doesn’t sound as awful as you think, considering what females have done to you in the past.” “I guess it doesn’t, but it seemed that way. Anyway, I’m really glad I reached out to you. You, and Norm have shown me what true friends, that aren’t family really are. You showed me that there are people in this world I can trust. I also have made some really great female friends because of you, and I met my mate. He maybe a pain in the ass at times, but he’s really good to me. Sucks at romance, but treats me well otherwise. I love him a lot, and I may not have met him if it weren’t for you.”

"Foster- He shook his head, finally looking at me directly in the eye. "I warned you the first day you got here. I told you those guys aren't like us. They're.....different. In a bad way," he sighs when I flinch. "Look I don't want to sound upset." I swallowed the bitter pill that I had made the guy I consider my first friend here upset with me. "But I am disappointed," he mumble low, his voice straining with that same emotion he confessed to. "Guys like Raiden can't be trusted. Not when you're not one of them."

I had been focusing more on training, pushing any thoughts of my mate out of my mind. “It is alright. I understand,” I responded, settling for a sandwich. “How have you been? Have your wounds healed?” He asked me. “Good actually. I have made more friends in training since I won the game. My wounds are all healed now. The only thing that hurt was being lied to by my one and only friend. It was unnerving.” I see Luis shift uncomfortably at my words from the corner of my eyes, as I popped a red grape in my mouth.

“I couldn’t imagine Hilda as a nurse, not even seeing her in action with my own eyes, ha! So you and her are friends, and Hilda called you to come to see how I was?” “That’s right, summing it all up, that’s how it was. My friend trusts very few people. As you know, her world is very dangerous and people can stick a knife in your back at any time.” I nodded my head in agreement with what she told me. “Yes, I completely understand what you are saying. People only look out for their own interests. That is my only experience in life. Unfortunately, I did not have a friend like you in my situation to trust.”

A close friend could turn into a formidable foe within seconds. For over a decade, Mira still could count the number of the people she trusted with her fingers. She had dealt with many types of people—werewolves, vampires or the likes of humans. Many of them didn’t dare to stab her on the back, but just because they wouldn’t, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t later on. That was what she called “reliable acquaintances”. She could rely on them until their loyalty shifted away.

Before I could react, Tristan was able to slice my face drawing blood. It was too late to dodge. He smirked and watched the trail of blood fall while I felt the stinging sensation of the wound. Damn. Raising my fingers, I touched the wound and traced the length of the damage. I just hoped I could still heal it without leaving any scars. But if it will remain, I have to accept it. "Bastard! Traitor!" “A word of advice. Do not believe the words of a rogue. Like your sister.”