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,"

The thread wrote it in the ash, the letters glowing like embers: ELENA VASQUEZ: THE HEART THAT REFUSED TO BREAK. My breath hitched. The alley shivered. The rubble became La Isla Dorada, the night it burned, the air thick with smoke and sizzle, the scent of arroz con gandules and mofongo curling like a memory I couldn’t hold. Javier was there, alive, his laugh booming as he flipped mofongo on the grill, his eyes crinkling at me; five years old, clinging to his leg. “Mija, you’ll run this place one day,” he said, ruffling my hair. But his hand was wrong, fingers too long, nails red. The thread smiled with his mouth.

The Journey Begins A silent testament to the intricate, perilous dance of their unlikely alliance, Vlad's eerie question, "What’s in it for me?" hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken demands. Violet's intense desire for answers was stoked by the unadulterated pain of Mateo's passing, the searing ache of her broken finger, and the eerie sight of Diego's betrayed face—now a silent accusation. "Caja de seguridad… España… La Paloma," the decoded message, pulsed with a terrifying urgency, a cryptic beacon pointing her in the direction of a truth that lay across continents, concealed within the mysterious embrace of "The Dove."

Diane is so nice it's almost too good to be true and her friendship with Kiara is so cherished❤️sooo cute. Love you guys 🦋❤️

FOR BETTER FOR WORSE *********************** NARRATOR'S POV *********************** “I feel so nervous dad.” Elena fidgeted “Don't be, the man you love most in the world is waiting for you at the altar.” “Thank you, dad, for standing by me and showing me the way, if not for you I might still be wallowing in self-pity and doubt.” “It's my duty as a father to protect and guide you. I'm just so happy things are back to normal with you and your husband.”

Now he's cursing his self for being really an idiot, how can he only realize that now when everything's gone, when he didn't even have time left. Just as when he was losing all his hope and breathing his last breath, a very loud sound of bells resonate in his ears together with a very bright light blinding his eyes. After a few minutes of adjusting he notice that he was in a different place, he knew that he should be in the hospital now after all the injury that he suffered and was on the verge of death but after looking in the place and scanning his body. He notices something strange, the place is like a vast place field of white color, no matter where you look, it's like a never-ending whi

Tamara said her softly and she nodded. "This one cannot even hurt fly." Chidera said coming back a container of Minimie chin chin. "Why are you guys always eating everything in my house?" Christiana asked as Tamara and Chidera got comfortable on her couch eating the chin chin. "You are under James' N*****x account abi?" Chidera asked switching on the Television. "No o, she's under Deji's account. I'm using it too." Tamara stated and Chidera nodded. ***********

She said hopefully. “I promise.” For some reason Maddy believed Philip, she didn’t understand it, but she trusted herself. Maddy smiled and left.

Every night, when passion brought them close, she would lie in his arms, gaze at the tattoo, and ask him what it meant. He had hesitated, as feelings of fondness and longing washed over him. “It’s faith. A faith more important to me than my own life.” Back then, Valerie didn’t know that the letters represented Camilla Baldwin. Valerie had naively believed his words, accepting them without question. She saw his dreams as her own and adopted his faith, even going as far as to get an identical tattoo. Now, looking back on those memories, Valerie didn’t feel pain anymore—only a kind of bittersweet humor.

The younger man hesitated. "And if she says something unexpected?" The old man smiled. "She will." "That's why she'll be dangerous." He picked up a framed photograph from his desk. The glass had cracked with age. It showed Damien Quinn standing beside him. Both men smiling. Friends. Or so the picture suggested. The old man ran a thumb across Damien's face. "I warned you..." "...trust is always fatal." He placed the photograph face down. For the first time in twenty-six years... He looked worried.