Trustnoone Stories

Some promises survive time. Others are written in blood. Lucian Valentino rules New York with fear, power, and one unbreakable rule: "Born in blood. Sworn in the shadows." To the world, he's a monster. To someone from his past... He was once just a boy. When fate reunites two souls separated by years, buried promises begin to resurface, secrets refuse to stay hidden, and love becomes the most dangerous weakness of all. In a world where loyalty is earned in blood and betrayal is paid for with death... Will a childhood promise be enough to survive the darkness? ♠️

Trailer The camera pans over a sprawling green-uniform high school - manicured lawns, glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Beside it stands a tall, grey apartment complex, balconies facing the schoolyard like silent spectators. Scene 1 A narrow corridor. Eunbi, hair tucked haphazardly behind her ears, peeks through a half-open classroom door. Inside, a man in a dark suit hovers inches above the ground - his feet not touching the floor. His head tilts back unnaturally, a guttural roar escaping blood-smeared lips. A woman in a pencil skirt sits frozen on the floor, scooting backward, her wide eyes locked on him. Eunbi's expression is unreadable. Without a sound, she slowly shuts the door. Scene 2 The hallway explodes with chaos - students sprinting in every direction, their green uniforms blurring in motion. Yang Jungwon falls hard, the air knocked from his lungs. Students and staff trample past him, too terrified to stop. He spots his phone sliding across the floor - identical to hundreds of others with the same green case. His hands shake as he grabs it, dialing a number with urgency. "Pick up please pick up," he whispers. Scene 3 Suhyeok, tall and sharp-eyed, bursts into the school's massive assembly hall with his shorter friend Minjae. They slam the doors shut, chests heaving. Curtains sway in the corner, but Suhyeok knows they're not enough. He scans the room and spots a cramped storeroom. They slip inside, locking the door from the inside. Scene 4 At a small, bustling coffee shop near the school gates, Sana sips her drink as the TV plays live news. A trembling female reporter speaks of an "unknown virus" spreading rapidly - her voice cracking with fear. The sound of a scooter breaks the tension - Yuna pulls up. "Everyone needs to go home! Now!" she shouts. Sana grabs her bag. "Take me with you." The two ride toward their apartment building - the one right next to the school. The screen fades to black. A single word appears: THE SHADOWS AMONG US

For three years, Emma Reyes has lived as someone who doesn't exist. A new name. A new city. A new life. She thought she had escaped the night that destroyed everything. She was wrong. A photograph appears at her door-one taken on the night she disappeared. On the back are six words: YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM WHAT YOU SAW. The next morning, someone from her past is dead. Then another. And another. Emma doesn't know who is hunting her, what they want, or how they found her. Until Ethan Cole appears. He knows her real name. He knows where she's been hiding. And he knows exactly what happened three years ago. Ethan says he's there to protect her. Emma knows better than to trust a man who can find someone who was supposed to be dead. But when the killers close in, she has no choice but to stay beside him. As they uncover a conspiracy buried beneath years of lies, Emma realizes the truth is far worse than she imagined. Ethan wasn't searching for her because he wanted to save her. He was searching for her because someone paid him to find her. Someone paid him to kill her. And the closer Emma gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to tell which is more dangerous- the people hunting her... or the man sleeping beside her.

Noire Innes had spent eighteen months learning how to build a life from what grief had left behind. At thirty-five, she was raising her late sister's two teenagers, working more than she could comfortably handle, and pretending that managing was close enough to being okay. Then an unexpected rental opportunity offered something she desperately needed: space, privacy, and a chance to begin again. Stillwater Estate seemed almost too perfect. The property was secluded, beautiful, fully automated, and priced low enough to make the decision difficult to refuse. The house came with its own caretaker couple, a separate guest house, and a history that seemed strangely difficult to verify. None of it felt dangerous. Not at first. Sable noticed the inconsistencies before anyone else did. Kael noticed the places he had been told not to go. Noire noticed the people who smiled without looking comfortable. And somewhere beneath the ordinary sounds of a house settling into summer, something seemed to be listening. Stillwater had been designed to feel private. It had been built around silence, controlled access, hidden spaces, and systems no one thought to question until those systems stopped behaving the way they should. What began as a family's attempt to escape the weight of the past slowly became something far more unsettling. The closer they came to understanding the estate, the less certain they became about who had truly invited them there. The Circular Staircase was a slow-burn psychological mystery and family thriller about grief, trust, hidden power, and the danger of mistaking control for safety. Some houses kept memories. Stillwater kept secrets. ©️ _RelleLebby_

💔 Targeted by Blood, Covered by God 💔 They didn't just want her gone... they wanted a payout when she died. Serenity gave her last to everyone-family, friends, even strangers. She opened her heart, her home, and her hands to help people who never deserved her. But behind her back, those same people were plotting something darker than betrayal. Her own blood took out a secret life insurance policy in her name. They smiled in her face... while calculating her worth dead. She was worth more to them in a casket than alive. But what they didn't count on was God. What they didn't see was Archangel Michael in disguise. What they couldn't stop was the divine protection surrounding her every move. From gang ties to spiritual warfare, Serenity's past is messy-but her purpose is holy. As she fights to survive setups, surveillance, and fake love, she realizes this is bigger than revenge. It's a war for her soul... and her soul belongs to God. ⸻ They signed the policy. They dug the grave. But God blocked the funeral. 🔥 A raw, spiritual, and gangsta tale of betrayal, survival, and divine vengeance. 🔥

This is the story of how me, Elenore​ Davis, a normal fantasy loving girl, got transported to a harrowing, wretched place called Neverland. So yes, my name is Elenore and I have been an orphan for the past 18 years of my life, till I wished myself to a more adventurous land of course. Watch me struggle through a land of magic, monsters, swashbuckling journeys and a handsomely mischievous pirate thats full of plot twisting secrets. Highest ranking: #222 in Adventure!!! *Won 2nd place in the Blooming Authors Awards for Adventure* THE SONGS AND PICTURES IN THIS STORY ARE NOT MINE!

Austin Roux has had a seven-year long crush on a guy named Leo Sterling. One day he decides to confess to him... Leo learns from his sister that he broke her heart and strikes up a bet to play with Austin's feelings for $50. they fake date in secret but what happens when Leo actually learns the truth and falls in love? What happens when Austin realises he was never in a real relationship?

Welcome to North Vale University, where the dorm walls are thin... and the secrets, even thinner.🤫 DORMITORY follows a group of students whose lives collide inside the mysterious Dorm 4A - a place where identity is fragile, obsession is contagious, and not everyone makes it out the same... or alive. Zara only wanted to be seen. Sienna was the girl everyone saw. Cass kept the records. Jett wanted the truth. Adrian had the tech to watch. And Elise? She knew more than she let on. What starts as admiration becomes a dangerous game of imitation. What feels like friendship turns into manipulation. And what you see in the mirror... might not be you anymore. In this psychological thriller, one thing is clear: The closer you are to someone... the easier it is to become them. But what if becoming them means losing yourself completely? Would you still choose to wear their face - even if it costs you your soul? Enter if you dare... but don't expect to come out the same. Minsan, hindi mo namamalayang ikaw na pala ang nawawala. At 'yung iniidolo mo... baka siya rin ang sumira sa'yo. Babala: Ingat ka sa mga taong ginagaya mo... baka mas magaling silang magpanggap kaysa sa'yo.

Series of deep poetry... In actual reality The World's gone cold Some parts stone cold Some parts still chilling

When nineteen-year-old Mara begins receiving anonymous texts that know her secrets, her world flips overnight. Each message pulls her deeper into a web of hidden grudges, unspoken truths, and a past she was never meant to uncover. As the threats sharpen and the clues point closer to home, she must decide who to trust before the shadows close in for good.

This is for my ifunny account.These story's will be about people surviving threw a zombie apocalypse facing threat's everywhere they go meeting new people good and Bad people will die maybe some fall in love but the real obstacle is surviving with all the threats

Ollie He looks too pretty to be a boy and he is more feminine than my own Mom but he looks too good to be ignored... Kylie He is deliberately chaotic and annoying. He likes to trespass into my territory but since when did I become attracted to assholes? Oliver, new transfer student, has to share a room with occasional cross-dresser and popular student, Kylian. Both of them don't expect to last together in the same room for long and each tries to make the other leave because they both have reasons why they can't share a room. Oliver has to live with two big secrets that bear down heavily on his life and Kylian's life is being controlled by a longtime sexual bully. Who falls first? Who falls harder? Can they give living together a try when they discover they both need each other?

Diamond Moore is a Senior at Windbush High. As she's going through high school shes dealing with Family problems with her Dad, Relationship problems with her Bf Terrick, And dealing with her so called friends that have some secrets, And maybe a new lover who's interested in her....During this story there will be a lot of hate, romance, betrayal, depressing scenes, etc... So enjoy....

She's the youngest sister of the powerful man in the city, she always been sheltered and protected since growing up til her brother's right hand take a good look at her and make her his leading lady.....

James had finally finished his training to become a mage after two years, and he finally got to go home and see Damian, after such a long time. He thought he would be able to settle down and finally live the life they always wanted, but then James starts getting nightmare, and weird people telling him to watch out. He doesn't take anything serious until something bad happens. Read to find out what happens. Will update weekly Also if you don't support Gay marriage or two genders in love, then this story is not for you.

X Files fan fiction - Mulder and Scully out watching the stars one night

Harlem Born.17 years young, a rising senior. Niggas ain't shit so I'm trying to boss up on them ;but that never seems to happen sense I can't keep my heart out of My ex's hand and my pussy out of my new boyfriend's mouth.. And thats real shit

Although I must write Still there has to be a fight One for the living And one for the dead Leave this story And burry your head Think im insane Or write with so much bane Do not even try Or even ask why All I can say I go by Biploar A.

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