You Should Have Never Trusted Hollywood の小説・ストーリー

Maybe this one time I am going to trust this man and he won't disappoint. Everyone deserves second chances, right? ***

“When уоu dо fіnаllу wаkе uр and realise I was thе best thіng уоu еvеr hаd, I wіll hаvе moved оn. I’m not рrераrеd tо ѕреnd another ѕіx уеаrѕ of my lіfе wаіtіng around fоr уоu to dесіdе, I dеѕеrvе mоrе. Sо уоu gо back to thе оld Jоеl, the Joel that dіdn’t give a fuck, but knоw this, I know the truth. You think I don’t recognise thіѕ whole charade уоu’rе рuttіng оn. Truѕt mе, уоu’rе nоt thаt good аn actor. But bеfоrе I lеаvе, уоu ѕhоuld know you hаvеn’t juѕt brоkеn my hеа

When Romeo told me to trust him, I almost threw him out the window. The moment he said it, he reminded me of those suspicious scam artists that you meet in malls that offer you fake insurances. Romeo did not fully tell me what his plan was. He just told me that I should trust him. Even though I have a bad feeling about it, I just agreed because Romeo told me that it has a high chance of Xander coming to us on his own, though I seriously doubt that.

To me, it looked a lot like cowardice. I started to move toward the dining room with Madison, but my father's voice stopped me cold. "Do you even know who you're about to commit your life into their hands? No family. No record. A blank page. And you—ever the fool—will write your ruin across it." The words lodged under my skin. For a heartbeat, doubt coiled cold around my ribs. Trust was an expensive currency, and I’d been bankrupted before. Nonetheless, my Maddie was the only truth I trusted.

There's a wise saying that goes, "A person who has wronged a trustworthy individual can never regain their trust. Even if they toil to prove they are now a good person, the trust is already broken and cannot be mended." So, hearing Tyler wanting to talk about us getting back together and all that nonsense irked me to the bone marrow. I didn’t want to hear anything about it anymore. Nevertheless, I let him keep hope alive. Hope is a reason for many to live and for others to make foolish decisions, such as investing in a Ponzi scheme and believing it will make them rich even in the afterlife. "As for the eatery, we will have to sell it off and donate the money to the community. We don’t need i

And when I learned to change shape, it was too late, as we got Rudolph’s letter. The only thing left to do was to pick up experience along the way. I did know the theory, however—the most important rules. Never fall in love with just anyone. The list of “anyones” included prostitutes, even those from high society, overly religious girls, liars, hypocrites, gold-diggers, et cetera. Don’t catch a foul sickness—with the list of sicknesses and their symptoms provided—or your happiness would be short-lived. Don’t trust a woman without having to, unless my life or the lives of my family depended on that trust.

"Do you intend to stay there all day?" I made no move to stand up and simply just stared at him. How could I have been so foolish to trust him? What had fooled me? His eyes? His looks? His art of cajoling? I had trusted Tom through it all. Even when he seemed shady, when my family rejected him, when he was a nobody. I had trusted him.. But now? I was done. I didn't want to trust him blindly anymore. I had seen enough horrors. And I had accepted them willingly. There wasn't much I could do, was there?

ANGEL The fact of the matter was that nobody could outrun their past indefinitely. At one point or another, it would appear in front of you like a charging bull inside of a china shop, threatening to destroy everything within its wake. Something that I had recently learned was that trust needed to be earned instead of blindly given. Had I not been so trusting, had not allowed myself to ignore my instincts, then I might not even be here right now. Goddess, I had been so damn blind and had nobody to blame myself for falling into this carefully created trap.

"Dad..." He walked toward me slowly, his arms open. “My daughter, I'm sorry about everything, how i couldn’t protect you from your stepmother.” he said. “And...everything your mom said is true. Don’t ever doubt it. And don’t blame yourself for anything.” “Yes, Ava,” my mom echoed. “And one last thing…never trust anyone.” Her voice grew louder, echoing inside my head. “Never trust anyone…never trust anyone…” My dad joined in, then the old man. The words bounced inside my skull, louder and louder. “Never trust anyone!”