Yo Soy La Vid Verdadera Novels & Stories

It says, "Somos uno y no podemos separarnos." I only understand uno means one and separamos, which means separate or separation. I don’t know, I’m not really good at Latin. To think about it, the Sarah that I know isn’t the real Sarah, so why is she using that name when her real name is Martina? I know, I know, this is only an assumption, but it won’t make sense that the Sarah I know looked identical to Martina while her mother, Sarah, is the one whom Josito dedicated his letter to. It’s quite confusing, and I don't have enough evidence to prove this. I need to look deeper. I only have a basis and don’t have any supporting documents to prove my claim. I stopped myself from moving when I hear

“There’s two little ones ready to meet you.” I take a deep breath. Sofrito and platanos maduros. I ain’t never smelled something so good before. Between the sounds, and the electricity, and the scents, I have to see what’s happening. The most gorgeous woman I ever seen is holding my hand to the side of her face. Una belleza de ébano [An ebony beauty]. My wrist’s got a bandage on it, but it don’t hurt anymore. There’s bright light behind her. It makes her ebony skin… sin tacha [flawless]... and glow on the edges. She looks like she was crying. I can’t let that happen. I move my hand to wipe her tears away. I hope it don’t scare her.

"I-I'm.. I'm sorry, Amara but.. I can't love you back." Her heart broke instantly on what he said. It was broken that it made her suddenly out of breath. Like she's drowning at at the deepest part of the ocean and no one would be there to save her but only one face is flashing on her mind while still trying to breathe for air. It was Helios'. MAYLENE IS COOKING 'adobo' (a famous Filipino food) while looking at Amalia who looks really unwell and just staring at the window. Amalia looks like she's thinking something deep that's why Maylene didn't bother to disturb her.

When we arrived at my workplace, my mother immediately became very serious, and I was expecting for her to blow up. "What the hell are you thinking fully mated to this Aida De La Vega?" my mother inquired. The complete form of her name is Aida White De La Vega. My father asked, "Yes, but Susy sent some rouges to attack the kids in Italy," and I replied, "That's Selena." He then responded, "Yes, but Susy sent some rouges to attack the kids in Italy."and she wanted to come back and take care of her here that's also why the De La Vega's pack is here in case it came to a bigger attack the pack house would also be

She didn't really believe her at all. "Auntie, I swear that I have never betrayed Vicdor. Those things are fake. Someone deliberately framed me. You have to believe me. Now I am pregnant with the baby of Vicdor. I can't do such a thing even for the baby. The person in the video is not me at all. It was someone else who used the P picture technique to compose it!" Leyi said. Blake’s mother was shocked again. She stared at Leyi in disbelief and asked, "what did you say?"

It turns out the devotion you pride yourself on is so fragile. She cast a disappointed look at Lorenzo, then pushed him aside and walked toward the door. Lorenzo was struck by her gaze, and there was no longer any hesitation in his eyes. He walked up to me, picked up the letter, and said, "Sign it. Then, this will be over." I looked at him in disbelief. "Lorenzo, it's just a fake painting—" "Sofia likes it. That's what matters," Lorenzo cut me off. "Elena, I have the videos and photos Vito took. They're in my possession now.

My phone buzzes, it’s an email from an unknown address. Subject: The Real Story I open it. *Miss Vega…* *You don’t know me, but I know your father. I Worked with him at Universidad de Valencia forty years ago. I was the administrator who processed his termination after the scandal with your mother.* *Your father told me something before he died. Said he wanted someone to know the truth in case things went wrong.* *The cameras in Professor Sandoval’s office? Your father didn’t plant them to protect you. He planted them to protect Mateo.*

"Not yet now, bro. The other day, she called me and told me she would stand as Vera's witness in the trial court. I guess, it was yesterday, right? What happened bro?" Instead of answering his question, I took the bottle of whiskey and chugged it down in one go. "Bro, what's wrong?", Vince tapped my shoulder. It took a while before I was able to speak up, but I couldn't hold myself from getting emotional too. "Bro, I made mistakes and I hate myself!", my voice quavered. "What do you mean, bro?" "Reid told me the truth. Andrea was never Vera. She was someone who just copied Vera's face by undergoing a plastic surgery. Vera is innocent, bro!", I sobbed.

YARA’S POV Roses are red, violets are blue, I have to kill Valentina Sanchéz before she gets stuck on my man’s head like glue. I can’t seem to forget the image from last night, I cannot seem to forget that little bitch on my Raphael, my man, nobody does that! I never let that happen to me not after the first time it did.

—E Marlena, vinci la sera Spogliati nera, prendi tutto quello che fa comodo e sincera Apri la vela, dai viaggia leggera Tu, mostra la bellezza a questo popolo ed io E amore accanto a te, baby accanto a te, io morirò da re, ehi-ye-eh —Did you like it? —Who's Marlena? —That actually makes me laugh a little, because there's something jealous in her expression. I sigh before explaining.