Wounds From A Friend Can Be Trusted Novels & Stories

"I see you freaking out. Don't worry. I will make sure nothing happens. You are safe with me, Amanda." "What would happen?" "To you?" I nod. "Nothing." "Hudson, I'm serious. I didn't see anything." It's the truth. I couldn't pick anyone out of a headshot lineup or whatever it is the police use. No one except the one person who wasn't involved... much. At what point do friends stop being friends? How much loyalty do I have in my current situation? Who do I trust more, Ben or him? Why have I let my mind be so stubborn to the fact I'm safe? But what if I'm not? I gave a promise, and a promise is a promise. There's nothing if I don't have my word. Right?

He shoved me roughly backward, venom shaping his every word. "Believe you? How could I? I trusted you like a brother... and you took advantage of me!" The room swam with tears and shattered trust. And in that moment, I realized some wounds might never heal.

Wilson winced as he knew his best friend, Nathans, words were painfully true. "You are right, my friend," he said. "But you don't have to be so plainfully true." Nathan chuckled and tapped his friend on the shoulder. "Trust, they say, is bitter, my friend," he said as he laughed. "I'd say you take it head on like a man that you are." "You make all of these sound so easy," Wilson mumbled. "But I tell you it is most definitely not. You are bound to slip one way or the other."

“You know, your life will be so much easier here if you learn to follow orders. I’m not going to do anything but my friend, well; he’s not the most patient person in the world. I’m only trying to look out for you.” “I don’t want you to look out for me. I just want to go home and if you can’t give me that then don’t bother being nice,” I told his plainly, before sitting down on the bed. I pulled at the small amount of material I was wearing so it was covering as much as it could whilst not looking at my owner’s friend. “Besides, I don’t even know your name. I don’t know who any of you are. All I know is that you’re vampires and that you’re all selfish and sadistic. How can I even begin to tru

I hated how defeated I sounded at the moment. “Then that's your answer. Now time heals wounds and time also makes them deeper, you cultivated the seed, but you don't know in which direction time is going to push it, it could be good, or it could go really bad for you. This is depending on the kind of person your friend is and the kind of friendship you had in the past before this happened…” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again. The moment I opened them back, I already knew what I had to do.

I responded, holding to that side of my chest where the wounds were inflicted on me. "You could've at least called. I was very worried. The entire pack was thrown into chaos and everyone thought that something bad must've happened to you." I gave a weak smile "You know that I could take down millions of Armies William. And if I had known that they would carry such a deadly weapon then I would've called out to you but everything happened so fast. One minute I was battling goons and the next, I was fighting for my will to survive." "Everything would be fine" He assured me. William was the Beta of my pack and a very good friend of mine. He was very close and always had my best interest at heart

"You shouldn't intervene in my business." "Well, I can't just stand up and do nothing when someone is hunting you. I'm your best friend. Your fight is also my fight so do not own everything. That's what friends are for, right? Von has this too." I say while laughing a little and he immediately gets what I mean to say. "Tch. You guys... Seriously." He shakes his head. I chuckle, "by the way, I got this in the clinic for you." I took the cream in my pocket that got in the clinic earlier. "Here," I handed it to him. "Apply it on your wounds so it will not leave a scarred."

Who knows. I also know that I can trust him since he's Blade's friend and the beta, if Blade trusts him, then I will too, Blade is not a friendly one but I guess he's an exception, so I'll trust him too. And besides, he looks like a good-hearted man so I can see nothing wrong with it, he may seem to be a playboy but he's approachable and friendly.

" He kept running her hand in his hair massaging him sensually. "Well she didn't dig deeper into that, but I guess she has a bone to pick with that insolent witch." "Do you think she can be trusted?" "So far yes, as you my enemy's enemy is my friend" he shrugged and snuggled more into her stomach. "Don't forget some friends can betray you…especially the ones you don't know" She voiced out her thoughts. She has less of a circle of friends because she believes that unknown friends can betray you in the least unexpected way.

he says, wincing as he shifts his weight. I let out an even louder laugh at that. To be honest, I don’t really think of this bastard as my friend. He’s just one of the only people I bother talking to here. In this world, trust is a luxury you can’t afford , even the ones who seem kind might be your worst enemies in disguise.