No Vale La Pena Novels & Stories

Sometimes I wonder if he knows the truth about everything and is just pretending not to because of how observant he is. “I don’t care. I just think she is more useful to us alive than dead.” I shrugged. “Oh brother Valentina is of no use to us alive or dead and besides we can get a thousand Valentinas right there at the strip club. She is nothing but a cheap cunt.” Diego said before taking a sip of his whiskey. I tried my best to keep my anger at bay, there is only one Valentina, if only he remembers what she used to mean to him a few years ago, thank God he doesn’t remember, that memory can destroy a lot of things including me…

Valencia is ready to sacrifice everything, for an opportunity that will not happen again in the future. “I will try my best, Lady Aria!” Valencia repeated earnestly.

The call came through again, but I hesitated for a while before looking over the screen to see that my caller is no other person than my best friend, Nelly. "Hello, princess!". I heard her usual high-pitched melodious voice, that would have brought a smile on my face if not for the current situation. I manage to control my laboured breaths. "Hello, amor!' I replied with a fake Italian accent. We both giggled at my poor attempt. Mine, a little bit forceful "How's our famous model doing?". "I am doing well, heading over there to sign the contract". I beamed when I saw a busy road ahead, not too far from where I was driving.

She said again clenching the phone tightly as she could. "Your sorry won't save you from animals Veronica! I care for you, why don't you understand?" This time his voice came out vulnerable as his eyes looked red. She could smell the alcohol from every breath he took but still he looked incredibly handsome. With his two buttons opened and white shirt crisp from some places. Ruffled hair and miserable face.

"Nah I'll pass. Sounds like too much work." "Vale considering you're older than me and only have learned the basic language of man... I didn't expect you to take up learning now." "Rude much?" "Am I wrong?" "Well no bu-" "Exactly." .... "Are we there yet?" "You know Vale you didn't have to come with us?" "You were expecting me to stay in that stuffy city? No thanks." "Then quit complaining." "Okay I'll try." "Thank you." ..... "Are we there yet?"

"My parents hated her the second they met her. Wrong family." "What did they do?" "They offered her money to leave. One hundred thousand dollars. She took it." He looked at me. "She didn't even think about it. She just took the check and left." "Did you love her?" "I thought I did." Everett put his hands in his pockets. "But I was twenty. I didn't know what love was." "What did you learn?" "That everyone has a price." His gray eyes were cold. "That's when I learned love has a price for everyone. Some people's price is higher than others. But everyone breaks in the end."

"There's bread, eggs, milk, some vegetables..." "Basic groceries," Victoria said with disdain. "Not real food. Where's the smoked salmon? The imported cheese? The organic produce?" "We can't afford that anymore," I said, my jaw clenching. "You're going to have to get used to eating normal food like normal people." "I'm not a normal person," Victoria said. "I'm a Wellington." "Not anymore," I said bluntly. "Now you're just... broke." She glared at me but said nothing.

In all the gift they receive from them, it will eventually demand repayment. Despite her condition, despite the pain clearly consuming her body, Valaria seemed to regain some strength at the conversation. Perhaps talking helped distract her from the agony. Perhaps discussing something else allowed her to focus on anything other than the sensation of her body slowly falling apart. "Well..." Jane awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "Entertainment." Valaria blinked, Jane immediately regretted saying it aloud. "You don't need to know the details." Truthfully, she wasn't even entirely sure herself. Victor's earlier expression flashed through her mind. And she still couldn't understand it. Ther

"Ungrateful?" The word tasted like ash. I stood my ground as Seraphina’s Ferrari idling behind her sent a cloud of expensive exhaust into the crisp afternoon air. "You use that word while I slave away for a Syndicate that treats me like a discarded shell company? You starve me, you humiliate me, and you expect a thank you note?" Seraphina didn't look offended; she looked bored, as if my suffering were a weather report she’d already heard. "Keep talking, Valeria. Maybe it’ll drown out the sound of your life falling apart."

I spelled it without a doubt. He's really testing my capacity and gauging if I really read books or dictionaries. I think, and I know that people also think, that it is the 5th longest word in the English Language. It is defined as the action or habit of estimating something as worthless. Are we worthless or are we worthy to be less? We have worth but the embassy did not see it. Or worst, they saw it but they did not infer great paramount importance. Before he completely says what he wants to say, my brain is functioning. Now, I am the one who is tapping my fingers and each letter I pronounce has one tap on the table. I just want to add some bang effect, it's so tedious.