“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat. A tear streamed down her cheek.

“Just do it!”

“Jade, I don’t know if I can…Just because you think you’re right…I don’t want you to test it.”

“I don’t think I’m right, I know I am! And regardless, I’m the only one who should test it! If I’m wrong, I should be the only one to suffer the consequences. We don’t have time for this, they’re ...

Today I decided to stay away from others, it’s for their good. So that’s what I did, I gathered my daggers and lined my belt, careful not to tear the worn holsters. I hate today, and that says something for me— I’m typically a cup-half-full kind of girl. Today marks 5 years since Jack disappeared. It’s been five years since I’ve seen my best friend, the only person in this world who knows me and ...

It 5:28AM, why is he calling me? Andrew’s name flashes across my screen, blinding me. I sit up and cross my legs and just stare at the phone for a moment, part of me doesn’t want to answer, it’s too early for a conversation with anyone really, but it’s Andrew, he never calls me for anything, it’s always a text or he waits until we see each other at school. As much as I want to just turn off my ph...

A few days ago, Adam Gainsburg concluded that he could revive things. Looking back, he wouldn't be able to tell you how he arrived at that conclusion; it simply clicked with him one day as he was walking home from school. He would always take the backroads through Shadowbrook Canyon, from Shadowbrook Middle School to the small trailer home his Dad owned...

Scratch that, Dad was never around (he c...

“I trust you” she says as his knife points to her throat.

“And I, you” he tells her as she holds her blade against his skin.

They always seem to land here again. Forced to play the part everyday. It’s an infinite loop left to repeat. A curse place to keep them apart.

They let the blade slice through their necks. The blood covering their skin and soaked through clothes. They hold each other an...

**ROVAN ||**

The mossy river runs harshly beside us, slow and secretive, dragging leaves along its winding back like it’s hiding things beneath the surface.

I don’t like this place. It’s too quiet, too soft underfoot. Everything here is too easy to sink into.

Marya stands across from me, her hair tangled from the wind, her mouth calm despite the blade my mate holds at her throat. She doesn’t fl...

The last clear thing she notices — the knife’s handle is beautiful, made of pure onyx, it seems. Then her body thuds to the ground, a dull ringing in her ear as her hazy vision picks up on pools of red settling in the space beside her. Soon, nothing.

The line is longer than she imagined, seemingly wrapped around for miles. She’s not in a hurry, but she knows there are people above counting on her...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat.

Layla learned that at the end of the world, when human decency is no longer enforced nor expected, the most valuable currency is trust. In the ten months she spent with Joe, he never gave her any reason to doubt him…until now.

Looking around, Layla realizes their camp must have been raided last night while she was asleep. Now Layla finds...

Daisy was short. Shorter than the average girl in her family. This never bothered her except for the days when her brother Todd decided to play with knives. You see her brother had this weird facination with knives. He thought it would be so fun to stack apples on her head and see if he could throw the knives to hit the apples. He thought he was so clever and brave and strong. It was really Daisy ...

“ I trust you.” She said with his knife pointed to her throat. He looked around with , making sure no one was around to see what was about to happen , he looked into her eyes , before he saw fear , a girl scared for her life . Wanting to run away as far as she can away from him. This time , he didn’t see that fear , he saw a beautiful lady who had long and beautiful hair like silk from a luxury bl...

_“I trust you.”_ I spat, mockingly; reiterating my words from the night before. _God, how stupid I’d been._There couldn’t be a phrase further from the truth—not while his knife was poised at my throat.

He had betrayed me, once more. His eyes swarming with the storm that no doubt lied beneath them. Somehow, this betrayal stung much more—twisted, and delved the knife in deeper…closer to peircing he...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat. 

His wrinkled hand shook. 

Ruth wasn’t sure if it was because of his tremors or out of fear.

“I can’t, Ruthie.” Frank’s voice was thick, tears clogging his voice as snot ran down his nose.

“Please. I know you can. I will talk you through it.” Ruth heard the desperation in her voice. And the weakness. 

It had only been one hour since the cr...

When I woke up in the hospital no one was around, no one to tell me what I did or why. No one would know anyway. Would they? Did it happen the way it was suppose to or did something go wrong.

It’s quiet, to quiet for a hospital. Because this isn’t a hospital, it’s a ward. And it’s nighttime. The dim halogen bulbs in the ceiling run horizontally, long tubs behind dirty plexiglass holding the rema...

She took one glance at the corpses stacked high on the ground, then looked back to him, eyes filled with fear… and the tiniest shred of confidence. Faith.

“I trust you,” she said as his knife pointed to her throat.

Another sob wracked his body. “Why do you still trust me?!” he screamed, voice cracking, “after all I’ve done, why do you still trust me?!”

“I know you won’t hurt me,” she whispered ...

“I’m sorry” she cries out. Starring in his eyes full of anger, rage, hurt. A moment of silence as Jack looks up and catches a glimpse of himself thru the mirror. For minutes he stood there in silence. The only sounds were of the thunder and rain outside the bathroom window. “Get dressed we going for a ride “ says Jack.With the thoughts of his wife Cindy, and his brother John replaying over and ove...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat. She attempts a smile, but she’s shaking, and the tears just won’t stop.

“Wish you wouldn’t,” he sighs.

And, with not as much pressure as one would think, he pierces the flesh of her jugular notch, and pushes the blade all the way through, up to the ornate hilt.

Her eyes wide. There’s no shock. There’s no disgust. There’s resignation.

P...

She always knew her place. She always knew where she stood in this story, even as she lay helpless on the cold, marble floor.

Holding her in his arms, his big brown eyes filled with distress, was her last chance to change the world.

The sharp knife in his hands inches away from making the kill.

This was his story.

The world had fallen to shambles years ago.

The King’s brother had grown tired...

I hated him with all my heart, and he would never go away.It was the middle of winter snow was falling on the ground as I crouched in the snow, my vision blurred all I could see was red. I held my stomach trying not to scream from the pain. I had ran away from the castle and from him, my best friend, and my captor. I was crawling now, my jet black hair whipped over my shoulders as I crawled throu...

They were children the first time the words crossed her lips.

Years later, Elowen could still remember the way her cheeks had ached with laughter as the two of them crouched behind an old wheelbarrow. William had been clutching a firecracker in one sweaty palm, a shaking flint in the other. She recalled the nervous glances he’d cast around the town square, anxious that a passerby would rat out th...

**Day 1**

It was the strangest inheritance anyone in Clara’s family could remember. When Great-Aunt Leticia finally died—alone, grotesquely wealthy, famously mad—she left everything to Clara.

Briar House, the vaults brimming with old money, even the sprawling gardens that half the locals swore were haunted.

The only condition: Clara had to live there for thirty days. Couldn’t step beyond the gate...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat. 
His hardened stare softens ever so slightly, and she knows she has caught him off guard. Her wide eyes gaze up at his, silently beckoning the memories of their bond, that he had chosen to bury long ago, to his mind. She can see something starting to change in his face; the furrow of his brow as he realises the danger he has put her in, th...

**_Chapter 26 <3_**

Flicker… Flicker… Flicker…

Lights out.

Astrid wasn’t ready for it this time. She’s still in her heavy bunny costume. The parade went wonderful today. She made lots of kids happy, no body died, no kids got kidnapped, and she even got a small nibble of the special slogan cookie. It wasn’t that special. It was just a normal chocolate chip cookie with a picture of the girl in ou...

“Which one is it today, Jer?” I ask as I looked to my husband with a knife in his hands.

The things you do for love.

He walks towards me threateningly and good thing we were in the kitchen as I grabbed the wooden cutting board as my shield. Jeremiah threw the first stab right in the center of the board and kicked him right in the balls.

He kneeled over in pain and grabbed the knife away from hi...

Sweat covered every inch of my skin. There was a war with in my mind as my hard muscles flexed and tensed. Muscles I had spent years building to give me the strength to do this. This one task. The fear and apprehension had been systematically beaten out of me, and yet when in came down to the task, I _hesitated. _

__

__

The fear and shame and anger at my own incompetence were written in every line...

The concrete walls of the back room dripped with moisture, and the buzz of fluorescent lights hummed above them like the sound of a countdown.

Eve sat cuffed to a chair, blood on her cheek, her breath shallow but steady.

Across from her stood her father, John, sleeves rolled up, holding a knife in his right hand. His face was blank. Cold. The kind of cold you only learn after twenty years pretendi...

This is the end

Of that I’m sure

Knife’s held by a friend

You’ll do it still

Of that I’m sure

You’ll go for the kill

I should try and get away

Of that I’m sure

It’s not safe to stay

You don’t care for me

Of that I’m sure

But I’m stuck in a fantasy

Cause I trust you anyways

...

“I trust you,” she says, as his knife rests against her throat.

Her voice is steady, but soft. Like it’s been through war and is tired of fighting. I The blade in his hand isn’t just a blade—it hums, flickering between something real and something impossible. It’s more energy than metal, and if he lets it sink even an inch into her skin, it won’t just kill her—it will erase her. Erase her from ti...

Black bodies dotted the sky as a thousand ravens circled above the dead and dying. Their piercing screeches rose among the keening wails, a macabre symphony of slaughter.

She pushed past the rot. Tamsyn knew that she wouldn’t last long if she couldn’t retreat back to the east. Every step made her want to vomit. The rancid stench clogged her lungs, but she couldn’t afford to stop walking. Night w...

Memories. Without them, love gets lost, and so do we.

They took Rhett’s memories, turned him into a weapon, and now I’m the target. But I still remember, and I’ll do whatever it takes to bring him home.

We worked for Vireon Systems. A biotech conglomerate that promised the future. They spoke in headlines: curing degenerative disease, enhancing cognition, building the perfect human operating system...

It starts slow, as these things do.

Quick, hurried glances in the same occupied spaces. Small, unsure smiles. The subtle obvious brushing of hands.

Tiny moments begin to add up, shuffling their feet towards each other. Laughing through the lunches. Finding each other in crowded rooms. Cups of coffee left at each other's desks.

The pace quickens, as lunches turn to dinners. As dinners turn to la...

Some battles are waged within.

This one might just be the biggest I’ll ever face.

That truth is the only thing keeping me from crumpling onto the floor in a pitiful heap.

Instead, I spin and duck to avoid the blade aimed my way.

The cold steel sang a sorrowful tune as it swept through the air.

I track its arc and force my body to still before it can claim an offering from me.

A reckless...

"I trust you," she says as his knife point to her throat.

Watching this was a challenge the first few times but I've managed to keep the straight face they need me to have on for a while now. I didn't ask for this position that I'm in now. The last thing I remember before this is fighting for my life so that my people could be safe. I didn't realize I was also fighting for the title of Solar Com...

From the day you walked into my life

Everything felt different!

I don’t need to be your first love

I just want to be your best love!

On your good days, I’ll be there!

I’ll hold you closer,on your bad days!

Making the sadness turn into a smile!

I will love you in ways,you have never been loved before! I’ll hold your hand tightly, with my tender care. Before you think of hurting me, please say a pr...

How did we get here. The end of the war marked by my father’s passing and my coronation were enough to make anyone’s head spin. The arrival of a newly appointed lord, a war hero who saved his legion at the crossing of Garion, was surprising. Then the subtle flirtations. The brush of hands in the palace archives, the longing glances across tables and rooms. I knew I’d been falling, but I never expe...

Cold metal presses

On my vulnerable throat

Yet I still trust you...

I have to kill you, Joe replied! The knife was clenched in his hand, held tightly to my throat .You’ve been unfaithful to me! Joe, we have been divorced for over 9 years.I moved on with my life.Your having one of your panic episodes. You don’t know what you’re doing! I’m feeling the sharp bladed knife pinching my throat! I was scared.

Little did he know, behind him stood our son Jason.He came in ...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat. Her next words silenced by the gulp she swallowed. “….and trusted you,” she continued. You couldn’t smell her fear, but you could see how perfectly it reflected in the polish dried tip she could feel digging into her skin.

Her face flickered when a sharp pain came a second later, blood soaked up the tears that had previously been welling...

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points at her throat.

His gaze, cold and empty, flicks up to her face. The wet pink of his tongue ghosts over his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as a low growl rumbles in his chest.

“You sure that’s a good idea, duchess?” He rasps, his voice betraying the inner turmoil churning away beneath his calm, detached facade.

She nods, the pale column of...

My pulse pounds against my sternum, I’m certain he can hear it. His defined face fixes into a scowl, his jaw working as he traces his eyes, those treacherous grey eyes, over my face. The blade pushes into my pulse point, he teases it, releasing and increasing the pressure with each breath I take in.

But we’re not quite there yet, so let’s take it back, shall we?

I breathe in the scent I’ve miss...

“I trusted you,” she said, her voice trembling as his sword rested against her throat.

Eldrick let out a cold laugh. “Yes, you do have a tendency to trust the wrong people, Lana,” he sneered. “And that trust is going to cost you your life.”

Lana felt the tears welling up, but she fought them back. This was not the time to be weak.

“Did it mean nothing?” she asked. “Everything you said, everything...

“I trust you, Mion,” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks. The cold steel of the knife pressed dangerously against her throat, each heartbeat amplifying the fear that gripped her.

His gaze was unwavering, void of warmth. “And I don't . You should never judge a book by its cover; it can be rotten on the inside.” His tone was chilling, laced with a disdain that sent ...

Steel glints above me. Butterflies backflip chaotically in the pit of my stomach. This was it! _Possibly_ the last day, last person, last sight I’d ever see on this earth. Wriggling slightly in a futile attempt to find a comfortable position, the crisp cotton gown bunches up underneath me. Hunger pangs gnaw irritatingly amongst the cavorting butterflies. Without a moment’s thought, I relegate them...

The end began right there.

When she left work early to try and mend things.

Her life revolved around him rather quickly.

No friends.

No family.

Nothing within the span of 3 months.

And for another 3 months, it still was just that.

Nothing.

Except it was everything,

All at once.

That’s what it felt like anyway.

Buzzes from texts nonstop, whether she was with a patient or so tired her eyes burned ...

I never believed in curses—until misfortune clung to me like smoke. I’d been robbed on a lonely country lane, swindled by a lover’s honeyed lies, and betrayed by friends who smiled as they stole my confidence. My husband vanished the night he confessed to years of deceit; my family turned their backs when slander tarnished my name; employees I’d trusted pillaged my fledgling company from within. W...

War was inescapable.

The air was filled with anguished screams, and smoke twisted its way through the sky, clinging to feathers and flesh alike. Elia inhaled deeply—the acrid scent of blood and burnt wings filling her lungs. It was always the same story: us against them. Good versus evil. Heaven battling Hell.

She hovered just above the chaos, her wings heavy with fatigue as she scanned the batt...

Her feet hit the stone after the jump off of the wall.

Camorah runs as fast as she can. It’s all just for fun, she thinks to herself.

But it isn’t. Camorah has reached the end of her life.

Jackson is quick to dismount off of the wall after her, chasing after her as if he needs her to survive. His breathing is heavy, sweat starting to drip down his back.

“Don’t take too long,” Camorah yells ba...

Holding his hand made me feel alive, I didn’t know that that would be the thing that betrays me.

It started on Wednesday night when I was walking home from school, my footsteps were a rythmic drum staying on beat. I could hear someone tapping a cane on the floor. The sound sent chills down my back, so much that the hairs stood up. I wanted to turn around but the fear of who it could be kept me fa...

Someone pressed something to his throat.

Rowan woke up, and rubbed his gritty eyes, which widened when he saw who held the knife to his neck.

“Seven?” he said.

Seven rolled her eyes.

“I’m surprised you remember. At least that’s better than before.”

“Wait!” Rowan interrupted. “What is the meaning of this, _Seven?” - _spitting the last word out like a curse.

And it was.

Numbers as names were...

“I trust you”, she says as his knife points to her throat.

The look in her eyes portrayed a slight childlike fear as she took a breath. She could feel the knife’s sharp and deadly blade as she in her mind, prayed to Mother, the Goddess of protection. While Demetrius stared her down, his eyes glossy with wet tears in the corners as he struggled against the magic possession swirling in him.

“Why d...

Despair.

Balanced on a plank with a knife to her throat, Mila couldn’t help but feel despair. Sharks swam below, circling as buckets of chum were thrown overboard. Preparing for her to be tossed over. Her heart hammered as she stared into the eyes of the Captain. 

The one she loved. 

Though she could see the disappointment along the hardened lines of his face––handsome yet sea worn. Eyes a shade...

When I finally reach her, I know I’ve made it too late.

“Oh, Annie. . .”

Annabella’s eyes fly open as she inhales sharply, reacting to the sound of my voice. I can see her attempting to move, the effort and concentration behind her eyes, but her body remains as still as stone.

A strained gasp leaves her mouth. “I can’t move.”

“I know, Annie, I know. Just. . .just hold on for a second, okay...

A bead of sweat traces a finger down my spine, and I stand taller, pressing my shoulders back, elongating my neck. I snap my head to face the new direction the waltz leads me.

My partner tightens his grip on my upper back as he guides me into a natural spin turn. I study him from the corner of my eye, the dimly lit ballroom and mask concealing his features, but I know it's not him.

His...

“I trust you” she says as his knife points at her throat.

The blade doesn’t move. Not a quiver. Not even a tremble in his grip. Her voice, hoarse from dust and smoke, cracks the tension like glass. She lifts her chin, just slightly, inviting the cold steel to press deeper into the soft flesh under her jaw.

He watches her for a long time. Her pulse fluttering under the tip. Her chest rising an...

It wasn’t him.

Corvin’s pulse quickened as he stared at the Enforcer, whose face haunted Corvin nearly every night.

It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been.

Sebren was dead- or at least that’s what Corvin had believed. But yet, he couldn’t shake the fear gripping his chest and squeezing his heart.

The boy took a step forward, his uniform helmet long abandoned. His eyes darted ...

They stood on the cliff by the beach where they had first declared their love for one another.

She stood with her back to the edge.

He stood facing her.

The wind undid strands of her hair, but she didn’t make an effort to hold them in place as they were pulled from her bun.

_“I trust you.”, _she said as the knife pointed at her throat.

His knife, she had given it to him back then out of _love._

__...

The last thing that Margo Lebeux ever said to Killian James was,”I trust you.” She said that he held a knife to her throat. Her gaze was steady, trusting, and full of love. Love for him. His mission was to eliminate the threat, to eliminate her. Never once did he think that he’d love her and she’d love him in return.

3 months ago:

“Agent James. So glad you could make it.” Killian’s boss and hand...

“I trusted you.” The cold of the pointy steel touched her pulsating neck. She couldn’t escape the horror, but she could escape life by taking hers with a knife that pointed to her throat. The night air made her breath hitched. There were only two of them under the big tree that covered them from outsiders seeing what was going on. Both of their hands were trembling with uncertainty for different r...

NOVEMBER 5TH

929PM

“This is **not** a test.” The television speakers rang with a nauseating signal. Phoenix stirs in his sleep until the piercing noise awakens him.

“This is your emergency broadcast system, initiating a nationwide lockdown. The Omnivirus outbreak is no longer containable. All efforts to isolate and neutralize the virus have failed.

The undead, Infected with Omnivirus walk a...

Delphine has noticed her life getting repetitive lately: groan herself awake, resent the dawning of a new day, embrace the all consuming dread summoned by the responsibilities that await beyond the sanctity of sheets, repeat.

So, she knew that she shouldn’t have gotten out of bed today.

If anything, that knowledge was her only constant within the monotony.

Refusing to be an accountant for he...

          It was nothing more than a Chapel long since forgotten in the hills. Stained glass lay shattered, its remnants concealed behind rough logs. The saints left years ago, leaving new leaders of the area. All around stood human weapons. Ready to fight and strike whenever the time came. Kade stood in the middle of what used to be the nave, feeling the eyes of his elders bore into him. 
       ...

"Amelia..?"

The ground was stone-cold beneath me as i fell back in disbelief.

"Dad," she breathed, like it was normal to have a dad who was 133 years old. How was it possible?

"Immortality." Iris' voice muttered from behind me. I pushed myself back up to my feet. She was immortal. Amelia Glaucous was immortal.

"Wait... if you are her dad, that means-" Arabella started.

Arthur Glaucous, i finished...

Cold metal armor brushes against the side of Quinn as she makes her way down the aisle. Endless rows of chairs on either side of her hold family members, friends, nobility, and anyone else wanting to take part in what should be the happiest day of her life. Freshly cut red roses adorn every wall and ledge of the grand hall, some intertwining with other vines to form an elegant arch at the end of ...

"I trust you," She says as his knife points to her throat.

The truth was, she didn't. She wasn't one to condone lying, but when it came to survival.

Well, call her a liar, liar.

He was testing her, testing her loyalties. Loyalties she didn't have but was really good at pretending she did.

Or at least, this moment would show what kind of actor she was.

Months Cassida had spent infiltrating their u...

_‘This wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't supposed to be here. I made sure he wasn't going to be here!’ _Selene thought to herself as she stalked through the hall of The Order.

The uniform she had on masked her identity; however, there was no denying that she didn't fit in. She observed the other soldiers too closely, their movements were loud with purpose meanwhile hers were quiet and stealthy....

“I trust you,” she says as his knife points to her throat.

He sighs, pressing his forehead to hers. “I can’t.” His voice cracks.

“You can. And you will.” She pulls the knife closer until it kisses her skin. “You have to.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“It was always supposed to be like this.”

He looks at her and smiles. “You’re right. It was. They think they can make us choose wh...

Trust, what a funny thing. Why is it that some people we meet, there is this deep connection where we trust them right away. While others, trust is like a butterfly wing. It's beautiful, delicate, though could easily be damaged if given to the wrong person. I never thought I would be put into a predicament where I would have to find out if the trust I had for this person was like a butterfly with ...

The stale air of the abandoned warehouse hung heavy, thick with the scent of damp concrete and forgotten rust. Moonlight, a fractured kaleidoscope through the grimy panes of a single, high window, cast spectral patterns across the cold floor, painting Elias’s face in stark relief. His arm, a conduit of trembling tension, held the hilt of the knife, its polished steel catching the pale luminescence...

“Yes, Jason. I trust you. Even though we’re meeting in this alley. Even though you have a knife to my throat. I still trust you.”

Jason takes the knife away from my throat. I turn to face him. He drops his hands to his sides. He still has the knife. He is still a stone cold killer. But we’ve worked together for so long. We’ve got a trust that few operatives have. Yes, even spies need t...

24 hours they repeat continuously on the news. People are going crazy. Some hidding in a bunker. Some calling their loved one. Some holding their breath for it to be fake news. But they know, we all know. I sit on the beach where the water meets the sand. I look out to the horizon and let a small laugh bubble out of me. While everyone is spending there last day crying, wishing its fake. Theirs me....

He blinked through his tears, “_Are you sure this is the only way?_”

Abby nodded and clutched his wrist. “_We don’t have much time. They’re almost here. Remember to run as soon as they see you!_”

They heard a door slam open and jumped into action.

“_Give me your money! Don’t push your luck, lady!”_

Abby wrested and fell to the ground with the knife pointed at her throat. Someone ran towards ...