Father Garcia Novels & Stories

The eldest daughter of Gracia family. “My eldest daughter is getting married next month. So I want you two to invite to the wedding. I am hoping for your presence.” He said. The groom is the son of a businessman. I had a deal with this company but they turned out to be trash. And she is going to marry the son of that trashy family. “Sure we will come” I said and place the card on the table. But then suddenly Mr. Garcia’s phone start ringing. He look at it and then silent his phone. Looks like unnecessary call. Anyway I should start asking him about Hayden.

he says, as if reading a secret in its petals. “Yes,” Garcia begins, “it’s the sign of the —” “Old Man,” my brother cuts in before Garcia can finish. His voice is flat, weary, as though he’s said this a thousand times and it never gets easier. Garcia looks at him, faint surprise flickering over his face. “Well, technically,” Garcia continues, unfazed, “it’s the sign of his family. But yes … it’s the Old Man.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my heart to go back to its right place. "Ricardo, my son. Come and introduce me to your vero amore." Taking a deep breath I moved when Gareth pulled me toward them. I knew it was stupid of me to stare, but I couldn’t help it. He looked nothing like Marlon Brando in the GodFather. Gareth’s GodFather was skinny and very old, reminding me more of Batman’s Alfred than a killer mafia leader. "Papa. This is Ivyrose Foxworth, my one true love. Rosie, this is Don Gerardo Sanguin, my saviour.”

could be used to describe them since they managed to survive. Looking in the direction of the Jonas Family's master’s finger, the leader of the Garcia Family was a graceful old man in white with a ruddy face. Although his beard and eyebrows were all white, his look did not match his identity. The man from the Washington Family was exactly Gene Washington, who had met Jason last time. As for the Miller Family, it was a rather wild old man. From a distance, people could still feel the ferocity of his body. The one from the Clinton Family was an old woman with a walking stick in her hand. She was also an expert at the middle stage of the Deity Realm.

"All good, I plan to visit them by the end of the month and probably stay for some days. I think Gabe is in new york though." Rita's father left her mom, she, and her two siblings when she was a teenager. She is the second born and only girl out of three children. Her older brother who is a successful banker is two years older and she is five years older than her younger brother who had just entered college. "That's good to know, your mom will be thrilled. Will you go with Robby?" "It depends on his schedule," she replied and I nodded. When I arrived from work at around nine in the evening, there was still no sign of Philip.

That alone told me everything. He took his seat across the table from me. I kept my eyes lowered, but I felt him watching. Not the idle curiosity of earlier. Something else. Discomfort. Perhaps even resentment. The meal proceeded with practiced normalcy. Conversations about business. Logistics. Names I did not recognize spoken with ease. I ate carefully, aware of every movement I made. Every breath. At one point, his father gestured toward me. “This is Rosalia,” he said. “My youngest wife.”

"I've spent my life struggling with Mom, barely scraping by. We'd have one meal and then go hungry. I always wanted to find you, but she wouldn't let me. Now that she's gone, I have no one left. Only then did she allow me to seek you out." Gently, my father stroked Susan's hair. "You're here now, and that's what matters. From today on, anything you want, I will give to you." Susan nestled into his embrace, a smug smile lighting up her face. As I watched their joyful reunion, a sharp pang of unease twisted inside me. After their emotional exchange, my father finally turned to me. "And who is this?" Susan pointed at me. "Oh, this? This is the girl who came to apply for the housekeeper position

After marrying Cindy Chapman, I began working for her family's company. Initially, everyone mocked me behind my back for marrying into the family and leeching off them. However, I eventually relied on my own merit to establish a firm foothold within the company. My father-in-law, Eason Chapman, recognized my efforts and appointed me as his new right-hand man. But in a meeting today, Eason suddenly suffered a heart attack. Without a second thought, I carried him on my back, got us into my car, and rushed toward the nearest hospital.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”