No Vale La Pena Novels & Stories

"I get it Zee. I really do." "No, I do not think you do. Because you say that you get it, I mean the words do come out of your mouth. But I can not help think that you did not understand that. That you took the complete opposite instead. I know how you are, and I know how you do it. You are happy, and then one slip up, no matter how minimal it is. It knocks down everything that you have worked on. Or it takes down everything that you have worked for. It is not worth it. It is not worth your mental state of mind, neither is it worth you being miserable or worst than that. You thinking that you are not worth it. Because you are, I will keep saying it, until it gets cemented in to your head. Y

One voice was cut off sharply by another intense voice. “Without a price, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice that much time and money. It’s much more than we usually do.” “Vince, you’d be crazy not to accept. Do you realize how much money this could make us?” Landon mentally noted the two voices sounded different and especially clung to the sound of Vincent’s voice. “You think I need to worry about money? I’m talking connections here. Arroyo is really sloppy when it comes to his deals.”

"To kidnapped is not a fun sight Diego, especially at that age. Please just let me try..." "And kill yourself? you want to kill yourself?!!" "I worth it", I said. "And you feel like you don't have a worth , your life doesn't have a worth?". I shrugged sadly, "I don't anything to live for honestly so why not ", I said in a sad whisper.

Sue counters. “This is ridiculous.” Valor mutters under his breath but it is still loud enough for both Sue and I to hear. We both look up at him. “That was rude, Valor.” Sue says, a frown on her face. “I didn’t mean for her to hear.” Valor says, sounding unbothered. “Liar! You’ve always had a problem with me, right from the moment I came here! But do you have to be a jerk now? Someone is dead!” I scream at Valor, fed up with his attitude towards me. “If you have a problem with me, just say it!” “Calm down now, Alexa, he didn’t mean to-“”No you’re wrong, Sue. I meant to. And she’s right, I have a problem with her.” “Valor!” Sue stands, glaring at him angrily.

I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?” Vale crossed his arms, his expression calm but serious. “People say things for a reason,” he explained. “Sometimes, it’s to make others believe a certain narrative. To gain sympathy. To shift perception.” I remained silent, listening. “And especially,” he continued, “when the person speaking has already done something wrong before.” His words settled heavily. I looked at him, my thoughts beginning to stir once more. “Just because he appears sincere,” Vale added, “doesn’t mean he is.”

Valerie cried as she staggered to the wall in pain. “And you believed that? You're dumb, Valerie. You shouldn't stress the baby, we already got some money from it. We can't refund, and you're not seeing a penny from it, loser” She mocked her before walking away. “I'm doomed!” Valerie sobbed.

Throwing it in Zona's face, "Your cheap life, it really isn't worth anything." The man's ghostly cold voice, ran into Zona's ears, like an invisible sword ruthlessly piercing through the heart! Zona subconsciously had to raise her hand to cover her chest ......However, it was as if the bones in her whole body had been soaked through...sour and heavy. She could only raise her arms slightly but then drop them limply to the side of her legs. However, she was still able to speak rationally: "Mr Valerio is right, my life is not worth anything."

Vale hated him for never looking away when she felt vulnerable. “K-Keith?” “Hmm?” “Am I ugly?” “What kind of question is that?” “Just answer it!” “No, you’re not. Don’t even think about it,” Vale hated his face. Especially his eyes. It shows sincerity. Another tear rolled down her cheeks. His fingers felt so warm against her cheek. “Don’t cry, it’s not worth it. That guy didn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know how to appreciate your love, okay? ”

“I’m not following.” “I can’t owe you that kind of money, boss.” “I never said that.” “But that is how it would feel; it would feel like I’m owing you, and I cannot do that.” “Valeria, what are you saying?” “I don’t want to owe you.” “I’m trying to help you, that’s it.” “I do not want to owe you; I hate owing people.” “I never said you were going to pay me back or something, or did I?” “Well, it is going to feel that way.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.