La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

“Don’t play dumb with me psyche, you found a way to slip the combo tracker into her!” “Okay enough with the yelling and the pointing of fingers, I did nothing.” “You think I’d believe you?” “I swear on my abuela’s life,is that reason enough for you to believe me now?” If there was anything in the world Sal cherished with his life it was Maureen and the other factor being who Sal would give up his entire existence for, it was Abuela. “I believe you.” “What happened to Tequila?” “Apparently, someone slipped the tracker into her and unfortunately it settled in her wrist through her bloodstream.”

older woman nodded her head and her gaze fell on Roslyn again. “Is Pa getting any better?” asked Roslyn as she stared at her sleeping father. He looked much older, with visible wrinkles on his face; Roslyn’s mother said nothing for a minute, she glance at her husband too with an inaudible sigh. Well, thank God he’s still breathing.” She began, “often he gets confused about his environment, and he can’t get out of bed without my help. Your Pa doesn’t eat much and he hardly sleeps at night he only sleeps when he feels less pain.” Mrs. Williams began to tear up; she fumbled for a handkerchief in her bag and wipes away her coral eyes. The agony she feels in her heart had gotten to her face and

Only husband and wife can take care of each other for a lifetime. Seeing that she was happy and didn't mention anything about the past, Brian also didn't want to tell her about Kevin coming to her house and going crazy, smashing things up. Although she had lost the Wine Company, Brian saw that the current girl had returned to the carefree schoolgirl of the past. Perhaps she will still have worries about the future and life, but her eyes are sparkling with joy again, no longer melancholy. In the morning, when he stopped by the motel room and saw Daniel's photo next to her sewing machine, his heart sank.

The old lady inquired, not caring to coat her words. Mira almost choked on her saliva. This has got to be the most embarrassing conversation she ever had in her Life. She always thought that Aunt Stella was blunt, but she was nothing compared to this lady here. " What are you saying? Of Course he's good. Nothing is wrong with him." Mira retorted, trying to save Timothy some dignity in front of the old lady. The old lady looked at Mira suspiciously, she was clearly doubting her words. " I don't believe you.Have you seen and touched it?" She proceeded to ask.

Written by Peter's Gracious “I spoke to your picture every day, hoping you were resting peacefully with the Almighty. And today, when my men informed me of your arrival as you crossed through the gates, I stood here in doubt, thinking it must be another one of those strange dreams I often have.” He paused, his gaze full of wonder. “But fate has a way of bringing us back where we belong.” Agu smiled, his voice steady but full of warmth. “I’m back now, Uncle.” “We have the whole evening to sit by the fireplace, drink some wine, and for you to tell me everything that happened,” the old man replied, beaming. He glanced at Greater beside Agu. “And I see you have a beautiful companion with you…”

Trying hard not to reminisce about the scene I met earlier at my supposed best friend's place, but hell, it wasn't easy to forget such a traumatising scene. Not now, or ever. My tears weren't making it easy either, it kept falling uncontrollably and sobs after sobs followed. I had no destination since I had no family or anyone to rely on. I had just two people in my life, but they fucked up. They made a mess out of my trust in them and broke me in million ways that I can't mend not even in a thousand years to come. They made a complete fool out of me and made me feel stupid for not catching up with their fucked up affairs earlier.

Lidia searched his eyes. Desperately. Trying to find certainty there. Trying to find safety. “I promise you.” The old wolf’s gaze never wavered. “I am your father.” His voice lowered. “And I am giving you my word.” A long silence followed. Lidia stared at him. Part of her wanted to believe him. Part of her remembered all the promises people had broken throughout her life. Trust had never come easily. Not anymore. But tonight— She had no choice. Because tomorrow was coming whether she was ready or not.

“But don’t be concerned. That woman is in a safe house, and only a few people I trust and I know about it.” Jaxon was aware that asking someone how effective they were at establishing people in organizations similar to their own would undermine their credibility. He stopped asking inquiries as a result. “Has Uncle Gio’s consciousness returned?” The question made Jaxon aware of his wandering thoughts. “He's still sleeping. And trust me, you have to be careful when you talk to the elderly guy about Mia and Disya.” Salvador gave Jaxon a weak smile. He was already aware that this was devastating news for him.

It wasn’t a question. Elena looked at both of them—the married man still breathing hard, the wife who had just rewritten every rule—and felt the last of her old life slip away like the rain still falling outside. She stayed.

“You made me believe, or rather... realize the need to not trust anyone. You can rest assured about that, you can be sure... I understand. On the other hand, there are people we can trust, because over time they have shown themselves to be trustworthy...”, suggests the old man, touching on the same theme. “Who would be boss...? For example?”, she asks, in a tone of disappointment. and, already knowing who he was going to talk to again. “I believe in my friend Garcia! If you knew him as well as I know him and had the friendly relationship with him that I have from the beginning, you would believe in him as much as I do...”, guarantees the detective, speaking firmly, demonstrating conviction.