Father Garcia Novels & Stories

Is he even my father? “Are you the one speaking, or is your wife speaking through you?” I need to ask this question because Don Caprio has just shocked me once again. “Mateo Garcia is a man who steps on women like trash. There are absolutely no positive comments about him when it comes to women. Father, why do you think your firstborn deserves such a rascal for a husband?” He’s speechless now, huh? I can’t believe my father has become this cold and inconsiderate to me because he has a new family.

Anyone who knows who he really is, would be shivering with fear. "You know who I am, huh? I'm the nephew of CEO Garrick Blackton and my cousin is a class A champion martial fighter!" said Garfield angrily. "Don't be proud that you hit me, you bajingan!" Garfield didn't like anyone daring to go against he, let alone trash, because he was the beloved nephew of CEO Garrick Blackton, the dignified man who presided over the Galaxi Company. CEO Garrick is the most feared man in the city of ChesterLand. No one dared to offend CEO Garrick or his family.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Gavin said, " Who is gargoyle." "Marco Winehouse." John replied, and we were in shock. "That can't be right. Marco is a reputable hunter." Gavin argued. "Did he tell you he was my father's disciple? When I refused to conform to what my father wanted he turned to Marco and Marco did a good job for him. My father is now a cripple and had long forgotten his ambition but Marco hasn't. With the same training and upbringing as me, he wants to prove himself and realise my father's dream. The dude has lost it. He only pointed to my dad because he is using his methods and he knows you guys can't find him. He is also working with stupid McCain who I believe is a pawn in this thing and would be dispose

Alvaro demanded, levelling his gun at Fernez's head. "Castillo," Fernez greeted, "I'm sorry I couldn't stay for a chat at the docks. I had to get back to work." "Who the fuck are you?" Alvaro questioned. "My name is Fernez. Son of Nathanial Garcia. Better known as the man you killed on his wedding night." Realization dawned on Alvaro's face. "Your father killed my father for some fucking gang initiation," Alvaro spat. "I was unaware he had any children."

Diego: “What are you doing?” Giovanni asked, frowning in confusion when he saw one of the pack gammas, Charlie, and I setting the pack arena for a bonfire. “We are setting a bonfire.” Charlie said, and Giovanni frowned. I knew that both men didn’t understand what I was going on about, but I knew that when I brought up the memory, both mom and Giovanni were going to recall it. It was the one that we had when my brother died.

"Cal? He's not that young is he?" Jasper chuckles. "Everyone's young to me." Suddenly, he sets me down. Stretching, I look through the trees. I can see the lights of Grayson's house close by. How did time pass so quickly? "Even Kaden?" This time, Jasper laughs aloud. "Kaden's great, great..." He pauses. "Great, great grandparents didn't even exist when I killed by father." Startled, I look up to meet his gaze. "Remember, I'm not really alive."

Katrina Marie Garza. I soon see this guy walk up and when I looked him up and down I couldn't help but smile because I see Juan and Lucy behind him. He looks me up and down "fuck Juan wasn't kidding when he told me you were hot." I shook my head "Dr. Katrina Garza."

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

I've never met their so-called child. “Both of them are connected to Andrew Garcia.” This time, I felt like I was thrown into an Antarctic ocean, woken up by this unthinkable information. A-Andrew Garcia? I saw Ronan run his hands through his face. “Andrew Garcia…” He gazed at me with concerned eyes. Andrew Garcia is my adoptive father. “H-How are they connected?” “Paul and Shaine work with Andrew Garcia.” So, my Dad was a hitman and drug dealer, too?