La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

A Foundation Built From Trust Nagising nang maaga si Baron kaya tumambay muna siya sa sala para manood ng telebisyon habang humihigop ng mainit na kape. Mas nagiging abala sila ngayon sa trabaho dahil maliban sa palapit na ang dinner auction ay panay rin ang bitbit sa kanya ng among si Alfred sa kung saan-saan. Siya, kasama si Neo, ang paborito nitong isama sa mga appointments, kaya marami-rami na rin siyang nalalaman sa mga businesses at transactions nito. Medyo may problema lang talaga siya kay Neo dahil may kayabangan ito at masyadong madaldal. Pero tinitiis niya na lang dahil matatapos rin naman ang pagtatrabaho niya sa security agency kapag nakuha na nila ang tiara.

[Jacob, uncle is trying to pull some strings to manipulate your savings account. I rolled my tongue over my bottom lip as I heaved a sigh. “I expected that.” I sat on my bed again and looked at my laptop. I grinned as I read my lawyer's response. He's still the reliable friend I had when we're in college. [What will you do, now, Jacob? Grandfather will surely do anything to have you back.] I shook my head. “I have plans, Theo. Don't worry, my savings account is secured.” [Really? Good to know. But if you need anything, you can ask me.]

He was sure of it. Liviana, who was far less suspicious of her old friend, only hums. "Why?" She asks. The question was simple enough, but an answer was harder to muster. Why couldn't he believe them? Why didn't he trust them? And why, on earth, was he so out of his head about it? Sure, it was worrying - anything involving her father was enough of a cause for concern. Liviana knew that. She did. But she also knew the Rivera's. She knew Luka. And she knew that, no matter what kind of scheme her father could be cooking up, they were better than to trust it - trust him. They knew better than that. And she knew that, unless he had something promising - which, she was sure that he didn't - they w

Flashback two days earlier Constantino Bellini "I don't think this Nicolai Volkov guy is trustworthy. There's something about him I don't like," I comment to Giuseppe as we review the cargo list that arrived a few days ago. "You said the same thing about Lilibeth Carluccio, that you didn't trust that little woman, and look, even though she's not my daughter, she has given me three grandchildren." I shift uncomfortably in my seat, knowing his words are true. At first, I didn't trust that woman, but she proved to be a great person who helped my boss come out of the sadness he was in after Renzo's death. Not to mention, thanks to her help, he was able to avenge Renzo's real killers.

please don't tell anyone about her and me old lady:- don't worry we don't tell anyone but can you tell me how you pull this off velliam:- you don't believe me but I am legendary black magic king that what I think old man:- it hard to believe but I think that true and this girl is proof girl:- velliam I need some water velliam:- I bring some then he bring some water for her old lady:- you are so cute. are you going to live with velliam now on girl:- velliam can I live with you. I don't know where to go velliam:- of course you are going to live with me and together we going to travel whole world

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

However, right before I even had the chance to worry, the old man spoke. “You don't have to worry. I know someone that can protect you.” “From the gangs he is involved with?” The young man asked. “You will see.” It was hard and felt foolish to want to trust an old man who could not tell real gold from fake… but with no one to turn to, I was lost for options. All I had to do—he assured me—was to allow myself to relax while with him and to best believe that no one could touch me. And as for believing, I chose to do it.

The stern old man's voice was steady, "Why did you disobey orders?" "I need a healthy body and a clear mind," Lola said. "I don't need a permanent mark, Caesar's suppressant will fail again." Herman asked, "What gives you such confidence?" Lola replied, "It's trust in my mother." After a while, the old man slowly asked, "Lola, do you like your current life?" Hearing this question, Lola held the earpiece between her shoulder and ear. Her hands were wet, sleeves rolled up, she had just repotted the plants on the balcony, moving those with lush growth and many small branches into other beautiful little pots.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Ascott smilingly relayed at her. "Did she read my mind? But hey, I think she's really a cool woman because she treats her workers really well..." Kate thought to herself again. "It's up to your conscience if you're going to do something bad while you're inside the Ascott Mansion. Let me tell you a quote from my favorite American painter and writer, Mr. Walter Inglis Anderson: "Trust is like a vase, once it’s broken, though you can fix it, the vase will never be same again..." So, try not to break the trust, so that we can have a long, harmonious relationship. I hope I made myself clear?" the old Madam stated.