La Vieja Confiable Novels & Stories

All he needed was time. "Can-can I trust you? Can I trust that if I do this, my Nana will be safe?" He breathed out in relief. There was hope. “Yes. You can trust me on this. Just think positively about it," Sophia looked at his scar, a shiver running down her spine. “Who-who are you?" "I'm Claudio. Claudio Volkov,"

CONFIDENCE. Self-assurance. A feeling of certainty, firm trust or belief. A lot of people are confident about some particular aspects of their lives. For some, it could be in their fashion taste and others in their appearance. It could also be in a particular skill they possess but there's always one thing people are often confident about in their lives as it serves as their strength. For Anna Davenport, dressed in her white coat gave her all the confidence she needed whenever she strolled through the hospital's hallways.

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.

"I believe in Salsa, the person I can't trust is you. As long as you know, yes. Your face just makes me disgusted! Your fake smile that looks down on others.” “If you trust your friend that much, that means you don't have to be afraid of anything, right?” Now Marsha can regain her confidence. “Hah?” Lia, who was confused, was shocked when Marsha walked up to her, with her arms crossed in front of her chest, she kept walking to corner Lia. At first, Lia was not affected, but at last she had no choice.

Elijah never imagined this was the purpose behind the old man's purchase. "Grandpa, are you sure it's safe?" Shane held the soup, eyeing him in disbelief. When did the old man become so peculiar? The old man lowered his head and pondered, "You should trust what Aunt Brie made!" Shane nearly spit out the soup. Why was this soup so spicy after taking a sip? ***

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…”

The old lady. “You?” “Make sure who you trust, Little One. Make sure who you trust.”

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.