La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

Below it, in clean black letters, Trust updates one line. LEONARDO VALE: NON-RETRIEVABLE.

The younger man hesitated. "And if she says something unexpected?" The old man smiled. "She will." "That's why she'll be dangerous." He picked up a framed photograph from his desk. The glass had cracked with age. It showed Damien Quinn standing beside him. Both men smiling. Friends. Or so the picture suggested. The old man ran a thumb across Damien's face. "I warned you..." "...trust is always fatal." He placed the photograph face down. For the first time in twenty-six years... He looked worried.

I read the text. "The ones you trust are not the ones you should be trusting. Be careful who you talk to, Angelica." Who the f*ck?!

She held her hand and murmured, “Madam Konstantin, it’s Vivian Carraway.” The old woman’s reaction was delayed. However, when her eyes landed on Vivian’s face, her muddy gaze lit up immediately. She tried her best to open her mouth, gathering all the strength she had in her throat, croaking, “Ah! Ah!” Vivian could tell that she had something to say, so she quickly lowered her head towards her. “Take your time. I’m right here,” she whispered soothingly. However, the old woman’s tongue refused to comply. She could not express herself, so she grew increasingly anxious.

When I left the shrine, I had already bought a plane ticket to a northern pack. I hailed a cab, and as I got in, the radio played a news story. "Sirius Pack's Alpha, Ethan Carrillo, has spared no expense to buy a 50-million-dollar blue diamond necklace for his Luna!" The host excitedly asked Ethan, "Why did you choose this particular necklace?" Ethan smiled faintly and said, "Because she loves blue." The driver sitting in front couldn't help but comment, "Ethan really loves his Luna. I heard Ethan even bought an island and named it after her.

Ranvijay "Do you trust me?" Did I hear something wrong? The most doubtful girl was asking me to trust her. Though the steering was in her hand and there was no other option left except trusting her sudden action. I still looked at her with a doubtful look. "Yes." The only word escaped my lips without my full consent. "Fine. Guide me through the route to reach the nearest safe place."

Use your head and you’ll survive anything. “My uncle was a bigger moron than that stupid Italian. He saw me with that little tramp after her grandmother’s funeral. Now, what was her name, Mandy, Angie, something like that? He caught us in the old barn and ordered me to leave at once. Such a fool, he didn’t even take the time to see that the bitch was dead, though I have to admit that one I do regret killing. She was my first experiment with a real woman. I was getting tired of sheep and she just happened to be available. She had the tightest arse I’ve ever had. I suppose if he had noticed she was dead, he probably would have called the constable and I’d be in jail still.

But her fucking daughter grew up to be a haughty, spoiled, feminist brat! "Let go of me, Python." I remained still. There is no way in hell I will fear him. Golds gets rusted too. He chuckled before moving away from me. I brush my shoulder using my hand. I made myself presentable again and faced him. "You can come with us. We will meet the Queen." I said and pass him by. Trusting is hard but to a man like him, it's not impossible. He is a man of his words. I hate to say this but old Gibsons are great. They are trustworthy and they made quite the reputation they had right now.

Very vague and generic. Was Damon hiding something? She couldn’t help but think of it. It wasn’t impossible, if to put that information side by side by what Shahila told her before that the Lycan king is so much more than what’s visible. But as it turned out, Shahila was the rouge one. Now she established that between the two of them, it was Damon who’s more reliable than the former. So, when he said her Grandma’s in a safe space, she believed him. She just needed to ask where.