La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

“I...I..Mean..” “Hailey? Is there something you want to say?” I stared deep into her eyes, but couldn’t figure out if I should tell her or not. “Hailey?!” I looked at her once again, and I knew her patience was growing into an obsession with knowing the truth. “I..I think...I..I.” But before I could respond, my head started to burn, my heart raced and.. here came another..vision. “No, no, no!!!” And..there she was. The old lady. “You?” “Make sure who you trust, Little One. Make sure who you trust.”

I ran through a forest, then a crop field, then a highway. "I slept in the wild, ate leaves, and drank rainwater. If I was lucky, I'd come across a garbage dump and eat some food that went bad. "And so, after walking for days and nights, I came back to you. But you said to me I was dirty. "Funny." Jeffrey could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground. His eyes were extremely red, looking at me. He was in pain, "Audrey, I'm sorry. I had no idea what you had been through. No one referred to the ransom..."

Her voice was firm enough to keep me moving. The girl was already inside when I arrived. One look at my face and her smile faded. “Ma’am?” “If anyone asks strange questions about money today, you say nothing. Send them to me.” “Yes, ma’am.” By eleven, I understood why Bella had been confident. A woman came in, walked around without touching anything, then asked in a sweet voice whether this was the shop people said Vale funded. I told her the shop was mine. She smiled like she didn’t believe me and left empty-handed.

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

He leaned close and whispered in her ear, voice low and husky, “It’s a good thing. You were worried someone might target your friend—now you don’t have to.” She hesitated a bit, then asked in a small voice, “But… can we trust him? What if he’s bluffing just to earn points?” Layson’s eyes sparkled with amusement. The way his girl whispered in that soft, sweet tone—it sounded like she was flirting with him. It tugged at something deep inside him, making him soften completely. “He’s reliable. His word counts.” Adela nodded. When it came to Layson, she believed him without question.

"You should ask Calvin." "Ask him what?" "Nothing..." I mumble. I know Dad would kill me if he finds out I snitched on him. From the look of things, she is in the total dark and she thinks that I'm just Ms. Lazybones. "You can tell me anything, Camilla," she says softly and in a calm low tone, leaning closer towards me. But I can not trust her. At least I learned this lesson the hard way. DON'T TRUST ANYONE!

She stumbled backwards, but managed to maintain her balance and didn't end up falling down. Sia was confused at what Tony said. She knew what dying was, but how do you die on your own? Are not you supposed to die when you grow old and can't get up from bed anymore? Just like what happened to the old headmistress? She grew so old that she couldn't get up anymore and then they all found her a final resting place, where she can rest peacefully forever. Sia's anger and hurt was turned into curiosty and confusion.

But before they could leave, Anya stopped everyone and announced loudly. "Hey guys! Our party is still on for tonight but with slight changes; and Vic is going to join us too." "What?" Vic looked at me in confusion but I had no idea what was going on either. "Vic, don't panic. We won't eat you. I was supposed to drive Mo to the city but I need to get my bike serviced." Anya lied shamelessly. What was she talking about? She got a cool new bike as present for her twentieth birthday which was just six months ago! I so wanted to kick Anya in the backside for her pathetic attempts.

I mumbled, "I trusted you today. When you promised me that you'd bring me out alive, I trusted you. No matter how doubtful I was about the odds being in our favour, I knew that I could trust you with my life." I didn't quite pay heed to it earlier but now that I was so close his face, I could detect that his eyes had gone moist. "I needed you alive." He croaked out. "I need you alive... to hear what I had to say.... because I wasn't interested in declaring my love to a dying woman." My heart stilled.