Yo Soy La Vid Verdadera Novels & Stories

My anger had made me reveal my thoughts, but it was too late to take it back. "What?..." she responded, surprised. "I know you're not telling the truth. You are not his mate. I am.” The words came out sharper than I anticipated. Vidia's expression hardened. “Do you even know what that means?” I lifted my eyes to meet her gaze. I was done letting her play with me. I knew this was all an act, the friendship, her sweet tone. It wasn't hard to tell all was fake. “Yes I do,” I said firmly. “I know everything. I know what a mate is, I know who you are or rather… what you are.”

It just looked at the dancing girl. “It's Isabella!” he shouted so my eyes widened and looked at the woman again. I couldn't see his face so I came closer to him. And shit! It's Isabella! “Shit!” I'm cheap. (Shit) "Isabella," John called her. The woman turned to us with a smile. "Si?" it asked us. (yes) "Tu hermana, Sofia esta aqui," it said. (Your sister, Sofia is here) “Who?” it's still a question. (Who?)

She had poured all her faith into this last hope, her last lifeline. "Even after so many tests, you still refuse to face the truth?" Liana suddenly mocked. "Liana, you must be fooling us. All the previous ones are false; they have to be!" Sheila retorted angrily. "I believe Grandpa knows in his heart who is real and who is fake. There's no need for another test; I fully believe that Liana is my biological granddaughter, and you two have truly proved that you carry the blood of the Veronezi family!" Mr. Delapena spoke sternly, anger visible for the first time.

“Make love to your woman. Kiss your sons and daughters tonight because this is war. They took one of us, and we will make them pay.” Fifty pairs of determined eyes stared back at me as I raised my glass. “A nuestro hermano de sangre.” [to our blood brother] “Sangre por Sangre,” they all mumbled, tipping back their drinks, swallowing the bitterness brought by Gutierrez’s death. [blood for blood] ~~ Due to the continued search for the kidnappers and the amount of work I have to deal with in La Vista, I haven’t seen Viviana in days, but tonight, she’s all I need. Not to have sex, just to hold her in my arms.

‎“They didn’t interest me.” ‎“And this one does.” ‎Silence. ‎I picked up my glass again. ‎Took a slow sip. ‎Sofia leaned forward, eyes narrowing. ‎“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re serious.” ‎I didn’t answer. ‎“That’s insane.” ‎“It’s not insane.” ‎“You’re a virgin,” she added casually. ‎I nearly choked on my wine. ‎“Sofia.” ‎“What?” she shrugged. “It’s true.”

You Tú that you haven't stopped crying Que no has dejado de llorar Don't get used to sadness No te dejes acostumbrar por la tristeza Whoever loves you will love you like a princess Quien te quiera te querrá como princesa Get it out of your head Ya sácalo de tu cabeza Forget that they ever did you wrong Olvídate que alguna vez te hicieron mal And you will see that the heart heals again Y verás que el corazón vuelve a sanar let it go Ya déjalo ir That there is no need to suffer this way

“I'm not dead, I hear you guys!” “Sorry!” They reply simultaneously and laugh. ******** “Hey, we're here. Diana... Diana!” A feminine voice gently, and then roughly wakes me from sleep. I open my eyes to see LA girlfriend. “Thanks LA girlfriend___ I mean Mira. Damn, sorry, Mira.” I chuckle awkwardly. She strikes me a look of confusion, and then she laughs and walks away. I step out of the car and I take in the entire Southern Californian view. Not very different from LA.

Dora popped up on my phone screen, her face fixed in a pitiable pout and the title of the video was displayed largely under her face: ‘The Truth About Ava Velasco: The Homewrecker’ A scream tore from my throat before I could stop myself.

After all, Red is an attitude of being classy and crazy. Later at that moment, I left my room without leaving a single trace of where I am heading. _____________________________ _____________________ Jericho POV Unaware, I sighed so loudly while staring blankly at my car's window. "Are you okay, Mr. Arison?" Worried, asked my driver. "I don't know. My wife suddenly becomes a different person. It's like I don't know her." I expressed with a little tone of guilt.

" I want you to check this video and inform me whether it is genuine or not" "Sure Boss." I don't know why but I wanted him to inform me that the video is fake. I wanted the video to be fake. She couldn't do this. She couldn't betray us. He obeyed. He watched the video and god knows what he typed in the laptop. "Boss, This video is genuine." He said. These words crushed my heart unknowingly. "Are you sure?" I could not fucking believe my own ears. "Yes, Boss." He replied.