La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

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.

He glared at Arkael with a silent warning flickering in his eyes: persist, and you’ll regret it. But Arkael was unyielding. His resolve was as steadfast as ever. He held firm, stubbornly waiting for the dam of Zadkiel’s unspoken thoughts to finally break. Had Zadkiel’s lost memories not obscured the past, he would have recognized this very tenacity like a hallmark of their first encounter.

Noticing Hazel's hesitation, the sales woman smiled charmingly as she said. "Ma'am, Vancheron Constantin is a world-famous watchmaking brand. I assure you the quality is top notch! This pair of watch suit you and your husband perfectly." Hazel's cheek flashed as she stuttered. "I..."

"Why are being so nice to me Vic? Is it because I am going away in a week's time? Have you finally taken pity on me?" His face paled but before he could say anything, I continued, "Do you remember what our high school teacher Ahmed Sir used to say? Before Bakrid, the goat that is set aside for sacrifice is looked after with a lot of love and care, to make its last few days happy and memorable. Is that what you are doing to me? But you see, unlike that poor animal, who can't speak for itself, I can." My voice shook, even as I tried to control it. Vic strode towards me but as I backed up a few steps, he stopped, and his face became flushed.

“As her best friend, I know for a fact that she’s going to make it. I know that she’s not a quitter and she won’t quit on her life.” Scoffing, I pulled my hand away from her grip. Crouching down, I let my tears spill on my cheeks. “I have faith in her.” Emilia continued, “As long as her heart is beating, I have faith in her that she’s trying and that she will succeed.” As her husband, I didn’t. I didn’t believe that I could trust her. When I saw her bleeding in my arms just hours ago, I decided to keep my faith in her. I held onto the hope that she was going to be alive. That she won’t die on me.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

He asked as Spade just stood with his hands folded across his chest. "Frego, if I knew, then I wouldn't have called you" he muttered with his voice coming out hard, as he glared at the man, being an old and almost long time doctor and confidant of Spade, he wasn't really threatened or afraid of the young man. He was also one of the few people Spade could trust, even if not 100%, he could still trust him a little. The man sighed out before turning around again and facing Nate, he slowly stretched his hands and turned Nate's face, looking at the bruises on his cheek.

Nothing about my demeanor would suggest I was worried or suspicious, even though I was watching everyone closely. It didn’t take long for Don Fabio and his wife to approach. I knew they would. Don Fabio was one of the oldest bosses still alive in our circle, very cunning too. He wasn't someone you could ever trust, especially with anything important. He was the type of man to switch sides if it meant his pockets would get fatter, and everyone knew it.

and in the middle of all that, I've never felt safer in all my life. And that's because of how these people think. They're not here for the U.S.!" She was turning red in the face as she yelled at Baker. "I was safe because Cáel vouched for me. Cáel vouched for me because Javiera told him I could be trusted. Their word is their bond. Their code of conduct is that basic. You've just broken Javiera's word and the consequences of the betrayal will be quite severe, I have no doubt." "Consequences?" Baker mocked.

I whispered back, my voice breaking, desperation thick in my words. “Bianca has no reason to lie,” he replied, unwavering. “We trust her with our lives, Lyra. Her family has served ours for generations. She would never betray us.” His faith in her was absolute, a foundation built over years of loyalty. I could feel the weight of his conviction, his certainty pressing against me, unmoving.